Regarded by physicists as a material point,
nearly hypothetical, real as an egg,
composed of matter. So little spatial
extent: a place (usually), a thing (barely).
I list the problem’s knowns
and unknowns; write velocity, position, the time
elapsed. A particle’s motion is described.
A point whose position changes
in space. Why crumble soil
between your fingers? Moving
is a function of time. This pointed
Imagine a tiny dot
as a ship in the water, in black space
and sailing west to east, always
west to east. One
cannot chart the motion
of a body through absolute
space. Instead we define
the positions of bodies
with respect to one another:
a lover’s body, silly and holy
at once. You there and I here
and both here a contradiction.
“I’m either very small,” he said,
“or I’m nowhere at all.” Atoms,
thousands of times smaller
than the smallest
light waves our eyes
Jessica Reed’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in North American Review; Bellingham Review; Conjunctions; Tinderbox Poetry Journal; Spiral Orb; Kudzu House Quarterly; The Fourth River; and Isotope: A Journal of Literary Nature and Science Writing. She has an MFA in poetry and a BS in physics, and lives in Indiana with her husband and seven buff chickens.