The Birth of Quarkboy

We talk of science
Get excited
When we connect
In trivia
Amaze,
As we offer differing perspectives.

Weave webs
Hope we snag
Lips and such.

We regale each other with facts about
The universe and how it is all
Just so much nothing
That it’s a wonder anything became of it at all.

Like a picked scab
Hitching to sensibilities
Bringing me back to
Carbon basics.

I remember a time when
I couldn’t tell
Where your molecules ended
And mine began

If I were a graphic novel
You say it would be titled
‘QuarkBoy; Legend of Neutrino’
If you were in print my temptations would stray
To the final page

Always needing to know
Where we came from
And where we are going to.