Yes, there is dark matter here on Earth.
There’s dark matter in my basketball
(we fill our tires with it). There is a little
in number 2 pencils, pupils,
and under the doormat (that’s why
I can’t hear you from the garden).
The librarian is mostly dark matter —
she tends the large patch
hanging over the gas station
(sometimes birds fly into it).
There’s dark matter in the pills
in my cousin’s yellow lunchbox,
the sink in the girls bathroom,
and our dusty math books.
Simon’s dad stamps it off his boots.
There’s dark matter in the reflection
of my co-worker’s wedding ring,
which has us both
taking careful steps backward.