The universe is made of stories, not of atoms

The Speed of Darkness:

After the lifting of the mist

after the lift of the heavy rains

the sky stands clear

and the cries of the city risen in day

I remember the buildings are space

walled, to let space be used for living

I mind this room is space

this drinking glass is space

whose boundary of glass

lets me give you drink and space to drink

your hand, my hand being space

containing skies and constellations

your face

carries the reaches of air

I know I am space

my words are air.

Muriel Rukeyser.