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After reading scientist and poet Rebecca Elson’s poem, “Explaining Relativity,” in A Responsibility to Awe, I was especially moved by the line:

 It’s so much more a thing of pliancy, persuasion,

Guardedly, suspiciously, and with tears, I think of me. My weight, in this moment so tiny and quick, is held up, is surrounded, therefore is encased, one might say cradled by and touched by space. Not to forget that a moment suffers no lingering.

At times, I connect wonder about space and time to my art. Lines, shapes, color advancing onward, forward, upward, downward. Messengers of a past. Caught in a space moving beyond the picture’s edge. Elson’s poem has brought my wondering about the space beyond, around, and past to the curved palm of my hand.  Space as a persuasion, flexible, lending its pliancy to my and your every whim.

…Where space might cup itself around a planet / Like your palm around a stone, / Where you,…/Might wake to feel it enfold your weight…