aether

It's extraodinarily small,

and it's just a ball

Spinning too fast for any to see.

Then how is it there? ask you and me.

It's there, alright, 'cause it has to be.

Just how does light travel? you should ask, and you'll see.

Light needs a carrier, or something to hold onto,

just like we all do.

We hold the planet, the planet holds us,

but what holds the planet?

Aether is there---and everywhere

 

A Poem by Becky J. Birkhofer January 18, 2000