EBB & FLOW
By David Milligan-Croft.
It begins with tingling pinpricks
In the wrist. Moving slowly
Up through the spongy muscle
Of the palm. From there, it spreads
Its spiky tendrils into the burning cul-de-sacs
Of my fingers.
Until the numbness sets in.
Somewhere outside, a piano is playing
A delicate melody. Vibrations of sound
Floating in the balmy August air,
Drifting off into the universe.
Meanwhile, across the galaxy,
Two spiral nebulae collide,
Stripping charged electrons from their atoms.
Ionised oxygen and magnesium sending
A kaleidoscope of colours crashing,
And burning in the lightless void.
The beauty and violence of a star
Forming to give birth to new worlds, new life.
Then the ant. The curious ant
Pads across the table.
Its antennae probing the wall
Of flesh that is my hand.
It’s checking to see if I am safe to traverse.
Cautiously, it crawls over my palm,
Up my numb fingers. I feel nothing,
And everything, at the same time.