Today’s prompt: “write a poem about something mysterious and spooky.” (http://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirteen-5/)
It Starts
It starts
Motion
Tiny vibration
Echoing out
Into
Space builds
To accommodate
Motion
Tiny vibrations
Transmitting
Quantum to quantum
Atom to atom
Along
Time flows
Built from sequence
Defining
Motion
Tiny vibrations
Wave fronts
Collapsing
Energy to matter
Coalescing
Matter in
Motion
Collisions
Accretions
Matter grows
Time stretches
Space expands
Motion
All matter
Energy
Everything exists
Tiny vibrations
It continues
This poem might not seem to follow from the prompt. But I can’t think of anything more mysterious, more mystical, more magical, than the fact that everything in this Universe exists. And there’s little more spooky than the realm of the quantum (“spooky action at a distance”).