The Reality of the Anti

the anti-hydrogen atoms drifted down like maple leaves in October

Even antimatter falls

Toward a heavy body—

There is no exotica

That avoids needing to join

Together with greater mass—

Not even the opposite

Of objects can be immune

To gravity’s fond embrace.

Ashes, ashes, all fall down,

Which is to say all gather

For the cosmic, crushing love

That leads to exploding stars,

Vast galaxies, and black holes.

Why this should be so, who knows?

But if there is one true law

That governs all, it must be

Gravity, curved compulsion

Of all to fall together—

Even entropy can be

Locally, a while, reversed,

But gravity never swerves.