Blindsided by the theory of relativity

The speed of my heart
relative to the observer
If only it could be the speed of light
the same, always.
I went down the well,
a cascading penny.
no sound came back in echo
30 seconds in your arms
lit a match
that became an inferno
It’s made relative
to you,
to me.
Our declarations fly past each other
at different speeds
to the observer
It is something.
It is nothing.
It is everything.


North Hollywood, 2013