You shake your fur
and a firework display of dust
erupts around you
illumined by a single shaft of sunlight
slicing through the room.
Each floating particle, like an astronaut
now on its weightless way,
slows to drift in silence through the air.
I concentrate my focus, spellbound
by a single speck of drifting light,
extend my gaze and behold a galaxy in miniature:
now each lighted speck of dust a star
in flux with every other star
travelling the six directions
of gravity’s despair
…and there you sit,
yawning with indifference,
as if nothing has happened at all.
Peter Davis
Peter has been writing poetry for twenty years and been published in various magazines/journals. He has long had an interest in the contemplative and explorative relationship of poetry as complement to scientific endeavour, inspired by meetings with and the work of many leading scientists and thinkers in universities and other academic institutions in the UK. He currently works in healthcare.
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