A particle one moment, next a wave
Who can lucidly define energy?
More than, “the power to do work,” we crave
Who can make water legible, like thee?
Our anxious search for order and meaning
Ought to have seen both in your subtle craft
These could be cells, through our own veins streaming
Those blind to this strange beauty must be daft
You divide water into nations proud
Happy in their lapping, bubbling truce;
Each one as polymorphous as a cloud
What strange symmetry: bound, each one is loose
Matter and energy we think we know
What else are we, through whom both freely flow?
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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