Sneeze Odyssey
A short poem.
When I sneeze
The particles flash
Forward, into space.
I follow them,
Twisting into tiny pieces,
Hitching rides.
The debris scatters
And from my small view,
Everything seems big.
At the edge of debris
Floats the tiniest pieces
Of honeycomb snot.
To one I latch,
Twisting into tinier pieces,
Hitching rides.
Now, even the big snot
Seems huge in comparison
To the meteor I clutch.
At the edge of my meteor,
More debris scatters like flies
Flaking off a moonish cake.
I leap into the air,
Twisting and following,
Smaller than small.
Now the original snot
Is as the mightiest of Jupiters,
Huge and heavy.
Again and again
I twist, leaping from space
Rock to rock.
The emptiness stretches.
The small becomes visible.
And the big?
The big vanishes.
The pieces that make it up
Appear suddenly discreet.
My sneeze is a solar system,
A galaxy orbiting a honeycomb hole so dense,
I dare not return.
