Doug Tanoury
 
 
THE PHYSICS OF TEA
  
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% 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 what holds everything together. 
 
 
  
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
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