Science vs. Romance
Author's Note: I've been meaning to, for a long time now, start a project based upon Physics terminology and theory. This spawned from the word Inertia, which is a concept that has always fascinated me -- a force that is resistant to motion? Story of my life! I felt like this could eventually be a poem, or story, even.
Turns out it already was -- recently, a friend of mine had me read David Levithan's How They Met, & Other Stories, a collection of short stories the author had written for his friends on various Valentine's Days. One story, entitled "A Romantic Inclination," did exactly what I wanted to do -- it used Physics terminology as a way to describe two people's apprehension towards love and the possibilities of a new relationship.
This, along with a conversation I had with my friend Crystal, had me wanting to delve into my own version of the project, which I'm sure is to be a constant (pun fully intended) work-in-progress. Here's what I came up with, so far. You can follow progress on my other work here.
Inertia: a property of matter whereby it remains at rest or continues in some uniform motion unless acted upon by some outside force; indisposition to motion, exertion or change.
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You move me, pull me out of inertia and into motion,
make the panels of my heart flutter at supersonic speeds over land and sea, time and space,
from here to eternity and back, making quantum leaps, and
I want to take that leap with you,
‘cause when you’re around me I’m radioactive, my blood burns the temperature rises the momentum increases FULL-SPEED AHEAD ‘til our electrons attract and collide,
random and unpredictable, until
friction turns into fission.
With you, I see a variety of possibilities.
You could be my Little Boy Atomic Bomb –
the greatest destructive power that ever was,
dropping in and leaving me
under your clouds of smoke, leaving me
in the wake of your chaos and
shaking me to the core, leaving me
in a black hole.
In a parallel universe, would you be mine?
With you, I feel the physics of nostalgia you send to me in waves, in bright neon colors. With you, currents of electricity jolt from your touch through me. I long for the trajectories of our bodies to traverse the universe and stretch into forever. In another time and place, could you fall into my gravity, feel its pull on your mass? Could we be infinite?
In my universe, we could.
Could we solve the paradox?
Skip the questions. Skip the physics. Complementarity cannot be solved, you cannot trivialize it. You cannot decode the ones and zeroes.
If with every action comes an equal or opposing reaction, then you are it –
you are the answer to the equation,
the contradiction with whom I could coexist in this natural frame.
You are a positive motivating force. With you, I see only wavelengths of light.
With you, I choose the path.