Dark matter is invisible and mostly intangible, with its presence only detectable via the gravitational pull it exerts. NASA online
Black holes confirm the invisible out there.
Is anyone prepared for encounters with nothing?
Our atoms in another form, a far-flung part of what used to be
a floating world.
A different gravity that drags in everything passing by:
our cosmos even. Ourselves for dinner?
Us, our evolution, the nature of things,
learned for nothing. For learning’s sake?
And the magic trickster nowhere to be seen!
One day like this, jerked in. Intangible. No feeling.
W.M. Rivera has a new collection of poems titled Café Select (Poet’s Choice Publisher, 2016). He is the author of three previous collections of poems: Noise (Broadkill River Press, December 2015), The Living Clock (Finishing Line Press, 2013), and Buried in the Mind’s Backyard (Brickhouse Books, Inc. 2011). Rivera’s poems have been published in various poetry magazines: Innisfree, Broadkill River Review, The Broome Review, California Quarterly,Gargoyle, Recursive Angel, The Curator Magazine, Third Wednesday, Lit Undressed, Blazevox, 2River Review, Loch Raven.
