Black Holes

A poem.

Black Holes
There are points in space
Consuming light and matter:
Dark places science cannot explain
Where galaxies, like a double-helix ladder,
Empty to a pull like a drain.

And in the infinitesimal cosmos
Of the heart, which Einstein proved
Is not the shortest distance of a straight line,
You are the point toward which my world has moved....
Just in the nick of time.
– Todd Outcalt