Excess Portal Fantasies

Know why there’s so much distance
Between inner and outer
Subatomic particles,

Between stars and their planets,
Between stars and stars, swirls
Of galaxies—even though

They eventually collide?
Know why there’s so much distance
Between us now, as you read?

It’s not that the fields are stretched,
That the longest waves lie flat,
That time likes to make us dance.

There are holes no telescopes
Can perceive, which no models
Can predict, much less detect.

Whatever you feel as stretched,
Stretched disproportionately
Suggesting something empty,

Between the lights, the quanta,
The oceanic ripples,
You and me, is an army

Of immaterial awls
Of the unfathomable
Opening holes in the real.