The Theory of Relativity as Magic Eye Poster

Backlit by fog-haze, sun-strain, the leaves of a black walnut
double—repeat—double—

in the eye’s light-filtered trick. The uncanny
shape of shadow arching over the superimposition of image

on image. Call what you see nature’s neat
arrangement of devastation—As if universes aren’t always collapsing

in the hollow space between every scraping green serration.
Call it what it is—a miracle—because it is true.

I’ve not told you yet that I know I will die
wandering in the wilds of what I can’t explain.

Call me wonder and lick wet July across my mouth.
Open my knees and I’ll tell you about Val-de-Grâce’s

gold-swelled bells, spell you tintinnabulation in one swift go—
Did you know two neutron stars in orbit will spin

until they converge—Twin absences compressed
by a gravity so massive its heat becomes song

throbbed through spacetime. The universe’s hum—swallow—push.
The red rippled gullet of every god gulped dry—

Its heat so loud it’s a wonder green is here; that here is here.