I am a speck in the universal skyscape
I take up no more space or matter than
On radars, on sound waves, on light traveling for years
Trying to reach some mass from which to bounce.
But there’s a space that surrounds me
Waiting to be moved by energy.
I look to the right-
for a map,
I look for a schematic on a sun-crisped parchment handed down
to gently blow the dust off
I’ve been waiting for a sound-off,
to break the rules, for the sake of
for the sake of making the weight of injustices
scramble and scatter
to fit into pieces of a puzzle.
But there is only His Word.
There is only my vibration.
And though I can’t see how it would make a dent
In the light-years of galaxies or stars or
I know there is moonlight in the dark for a reason.
I know energy wasn’t made to die,
but transfer to other objects.
I know friction turns to spark
Turns to fire
Turns to contagion.
I have light to light my lamp in the night for a reason.
Here in my quiet assigned space,
Filled with lies about loneliness and struggle,
I must laugh and speak my speck into motion
Vibrate my empty space into tilling a path,
And remember that heat and movement spark contagion.