Physics

I'm still frustrated by
gravity—
things falling
down.
But I'm OK with entropy
now.
And I'm OK with the arrow
of time.
If the arrow suddenly
switched—
and it all headed crunch-ward
(galaxies, the universe, etcetera)
and the shattered glass really did
jump
back from the floor
up on the counter,
whole,
I'd be perplexed—liking
the one change, but maybe not
the other.
You can't have
everything
your
way.

DARK

I read the universe
consists mostly of
smoky stuff we can’t
see, maybe can’t
understand, our brains
not evolved enough
to ever understand.
I should have known this
after all that time spent
looking into your eyes.

Relativity

The Fourteenth
Dalai Lama and the first
Albert Einstein say
everything’s related.
Yet we feel no movement,
no planetary rotation, no sense of
ellipsis, riding this rock around our star.
Nowhere on Earth
is the illusion of relative movement
more profound
than this self-serve carwash, equipment
going back and
forth, pitching up
and down, while I sit
again, childlike, feeling the car
move
when it’s not, my
gyroscope confused as easily
as a moral compass.

Big cloth rollers knock
the mirror askew: I see
that twin, who left on the spaceship
in 1969, has returned, not aged
in 40 earth-years. I'm
wondering if he's
come back
to take my place.

 

These three poems were a Finalist in the 2010 Press 53 Open Awards.The first of the group of three Science Poems can be purchased as a broadside from our Shop. http://www.calnordtpoetry.com/shop-1/physics-broadside