Evening folks, I am in an odd mood this evening, restless yet contemplative. I need to create but am not ready to work on any particular project so I decide to revisit the poem I was working on about the vastness of space and the beauty therein. However, I did not really feel like wrestling with rhyme and verse, structure and tempo so I decided to just write it out. I give you:
A photon of light has entered my eye. An ancient photon has touched the receptors at the back of my eye and caused a series of electrical impulses that send information to my brain billions of years after the photon was first emitted. Billions of years spent crossing the vast gulfs of space, being bent around stars emitting their own photons of light, a path full of gravitational twists that cause the distant from one shore to another to be measured in years of light travel.
In my mind I churn through these facts, wondering at the sites this photon of light has seen on its long journey. Out there the star that gave birth to my photon has long since ceased to exist, nothing more than a nebulous cloud of expanding gases millions of miles across and yet too small for me to see without a telescope. What societies did my photon uncaringly bypass on its way to me? What alien mind might have pondered the same things I am?
The photon no longer exists outside of me just as someday the last reflected photon from me will cease to exist. Will I be lucky enough to reflect a photon back into the vastness of space so that some small part of me can see the wonders of our universe up close rather than as a voyeur? What a journey that would be.