Resonance

A Poem by Douglas Caraballo

Photo by Madison Oren on Unsplash

What is in a minute?
Every where… stars submit
To their own production;
The heart submits to its own pulsation.
Wine glasses, shatter through resonance
one hundred years later.
So that here,
The rising and falling
of your chest
Is like the
Rise and fall of Rome;
The spark of your lighter,
is its own big bang.