Glenn W. Cooper- A Poem

It Runs Through Me

Breakfast time and a scientist is spooning dark matter into a cereal bowl …
He has just a small portion of it in a cardboard box, caught in the lab in a device too terrible for articulation …
A never-ending expansion, beyond the cereal bowl, beyond the room, beyond even the house …
Why can’t you put that stuff away? someone says. You’re always playing with that stuff.
It runs through me as it runs through all of us, the scientist says.
What he puts in the bowl expands the bowl.
Galaxies pushed further and further apart …
Snap! Crackle! Pop!