The Depth of Earthquakes

a poem by Roger B Rueda

to the Great Queries,

has served as an epiphany.

I lie on my back

under the stars

and the invisible galaxies

and let their enormity wash

over me.

I blend in the immensity

of the spaces,

the incorporeity.

I go all the way out

and then I go

all the way down,

to the fact of photons

without mass

and gauge bosons

that grow into massless

at high heats.

I take in the thoughts

about powers and equilibriums

and they stroke me,

like mantras,

the sense of the words

not mattering –

the words are so poignant.