A Sea

Pops in and out of the heart
Of each speck, each bit, each core—

Six kinds of quarks and for each
A fetch that morphs in and out

With it—a blur that, when merged,
Looks at first like just three quarks

There all the time. We cite this
From those who know it, found it,

Since it strikes us that it shows
A thing at the core of all

Things—that they are not all thing,
That there’s a storm in all hearts.

A sea is in front of you,
Far past you, deep in you. You.