An accelerating force brought you

to the bar. Some push

or pull that made you change

velocity. Made you break away,

see the light that comes

from the inside.

Long bar table shining

like heaven. Sit down. Let me

tell you my theory of everything—

beer first, then physics.

One abstraction after another.

Then your hand, my knee.

There is nothing more concrete.

A force has both magnitude

and direction, what made you turn

to me?