physicists talk to us
like children
explaining with exaggerated
care, that space and time
are not rigid, but flexible
like a rubber sheet
duh
did they forget
the 7 months of drudgery
between the twenty fourth
and the twenty fifth of december
the ten thousand miles
which somehow are mapped
onto the last mile
of the first time
they hiked up a hill
the thirteen
hours of anguish
compressed into
the two breaths between
the will you ...
and the ... i will
or the way a lifetime
suddenly seems so short