Sitting in the living room

Drinking tea with her and

Talking about special relativity

And the fact that the most distant

Galaxies are racing away from us

At 80 percent of the speed of light and

As she considers this

 

Pulling a wayward strand of hair

From her face, she begins to twirl it,

Worrying it between her fingers, and

I am touched by the girlishness

Of this gesture, as she says very seriously:

"Gravity is a fear of being alone"

I laugh

 

Setting my tea down on the table

Hearing the percussion click

Of a china cup meeting the saucer and

As she smiles the freckles on her cheeks

Gravitate together in Newtonian fashion

And I know now that

What holds everything together

Is simply deep attraction.

                                                                                                                   

The Physics of Tea

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