Relativity

By Kaitlyn Grissom

A ray of light fell on your hand.

Between the blinds, a yellow band

Of dancing dust came slanting in

From wide blue heaven, born within

Some distant sun in flaring fire.

I wonder, did it ever tire

Of streaking ‘cross the universe?

I wonder, did it ever curse

The day that it was forged and flung

Into the Black of space, unsung?

And I don’t know if it enjoyed

Its journey through the empty void

Or if it would have rather cast

Itself upon a worthier last

Reflection, on some rolling sphere,

Or heav’nly sight, and did it fear

That after its long, desperate crawl

O’er countless leagues, that it may fall

Upon a fool like you or me,

But Oh! It was a sight to see

When, shifting in the icy air,

I first perceived it lying there.

And in its bright simplicity,

It perfectly explained to me

The circle of eternity,

And that is relativity.