By Alicia Ostriker
My husband says dark matter is a reality
not just some theory invented by adolescent computers
he can prove it exists and is everywhere
forming invisible haloes around everything
and somehow because of gravity
holding everything loosely together
the way a child wants to escape its parents
and doesn’t want to—what’s that—
we don’t know what it is but we know it is real
the way our mothers and fathers fondly
angrily followed fixed orbits around
each other like mice on a track
the way every human and every atom
rushes through space wrapped in its invisible
halo, this big shadow—that’s dark dark matter
sweetheart, while the galaxies
in the wealth of their ferocious protective bubbles
stare at each other
unable to cease
proudly
receding
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Tuesday was nearly 80 degrees, a gorgeous day, the highlight of which for me was a walk to the beach where people were swimming, barbecuing, and blowing giant bubbles, though it was also a good day for seeing eagles and squirrels and, eventually, ducklings. I did some boring stuff around that, and again had a terrible baseball day though I saw very little of the Orioles, Mariners, and Nationals losses.
It has, however, been a good TV night: first I watched Voyager's frankly terrible "Repression" with my Tuesday group, then Star Wars: The Acolyte with Cheryl which is creating more questions than answers but definitely holding my interest, and now we're watching the season finale of Dark Matter, which has been exceptional in every way. From Swans Trail Farms' Baby Animals & Berries Festival:
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