Light

This is a poem I wrote for a creative writing class about my first husband.

My husband thinks about light.
He wakes me up with his theories:
Is it particles?
Is it waves?
Does it travel or exist?
I smile and pretend to sleep.

My husband thinks about life.
He calls me at work with his theories.
Is it real?
Is it static?
Does it give us choices or statutes?
I laugh and tell him I love him.

My husband thinks about me.
He honors me with his theories.
Were we destined?
Are we one?
Will we simmer when we're old?
I don't need words to understand him.