Learning when I was little <br />that atoms were the littlest <br /> <br />things that <br />could be <br /> <br />the sun amazed me <br />(book falling disbelievingly to the floor) <br /> <br />when it <br />poked its head in the tiny thin slit in <br /> <br />the heavy velvet <br />red theatrical curtain <br /> <br />setting the air <br /> dancing with dust <br /> <br />but to my eye <br />it could only be <br /> <br />atoms <br />come alive <br /> <br />for me <br />as I <br /> <br />walked among <br />atoms <br /> <br />walking with atoms. <br /> <br />Only later <br />my little knowledge <br /> <br />turning back <br />into dust.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-with-atoms-for-bryan/
