“Why didn’t you use my computer
while I was gone,” asks my oldest son,
“seems like common sense,” he implores,
and perhaps it is.
He is older than his ten years and it’s getting harder
to explain how things work in the universe.
I sit him down and remind him of the noise
known as the deep field, the background
radiation left over from the Big Bang.
He knows this story,
so I skip ahead and tell him again
how it takes a while for a star to burst
for planets to form around the star
how long it takes for satellites or moons
to form around planets
and how all this happens because
stars are so dense they pull reality
towards them, around them
until they have a million things circling …
“I couldn’t keep track today,”
I tell my boy, “of this little asteroid you’re making”.
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