I watch it diffuse onto train tracks,
into neighbourhoods, into home units,
until I couldn’t see it anymore.
It’s basic physics:
Particles will diffuse from regions of higher concentrations to regions of lower concentrations,
until the system reaches equilibrium.
It is a steady resolution
to the high climaxes of life,
I don’t know why I’m surprised when it happens.
Maybe it is the euphoria
of watching the active transport of pink
concentrate in the corner-shaped container,
Knowing that it takes a lot of energy
to organise and maintain such an overwhelming setup
leaves me in chills on a warm day.
But I have to remember, it’s basic physics
and more energy is needed to hold on to the pink
than for it to fade back into the original colour scheme.
I always thought the point
was to cause diabetic sweetness,
not to have watered down cordial.
But for now,
it is easier to maintain the current equilibrium,
even if we don’t know how stable it really is.
Note: This poem was inspired by the principles of diffusion and the poet’s observations of Pink Dot 2016. This poem does not adequately explain either diffusion or Pink Dot. For any enquiries please email me at email@example.com.
Cordial by Cheyenne Alexandria Phillips is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.