Space (or "a solution to the world's overpopulation problem")

 

 

Physicists say that the world, though apparently solid,

Is mostly made up of empty space. 

I wish I could climb inside,

Wedge myself in between the particles,

Hide, 

Jump out in a blaze of electrons yelling

YAAAA!

 

Perhaps a ghost is just a person who got lost in the empty spaces.

 

Maybe missing children lie trapped in the atomic maze

Of a wall, a tree, a river.

Having fallen in they can't get out,

Imprisoned somewhere between bark and leaf.

 

Maybe there really is room for all those people.