Where Hope Finds Me

I imagine hope
to be like other sub-atomic particles,
charmed and strange,
as it ricochets its way
through the human atmosphere,
looking to bond
with a host
who stands on frozen earth,
under azure skies,
arms upturned
and shivering slightly
at the thought
that today
is really
today.

The Hopeless Romantic

The distance between our hands
is 2 inches
at their closest point.
Yet I can count
a nearly uncountable number
of objects in our way.
Atoms of oxygen,
protons and neutrons.
Quarks,
be they strange or charmed
is the mind of physics,
cannot compel
your hand
to reach out
and touch mine.

*In response to Day 4 of the PAD Challenge