by Joe Andriano
Limerick on the Dice-Throw
If these quarks are just quirks in God's arm,
Can't He misthrow, and do us all harm?
I take it all back! He's not such a Quack:
He gave them both strangeness and charm.
Sonnet: Quantumania
Matter's a nimbus of bosons
(but then, there's really no matter)
and fermions: leptons
and quarks are all a-scatter
of quanta---muons and gluons
hadrons make me mad as a hatter!
Electrons selectrons neutrons neutrinos
photons positrons protons photinos!
Tachyons that never slow down to light
Gravitons that carve the very curves of space;
psychons too making mind might
exist--and animons of soul, when we leave the race,
transport us to another realm that will seem
more real than this one, now just a dream.
Droplets in the WindIn the midst of a blizzard of drizzle
I paused and let go
of my umbrella, torn
inside out,
and I let the drizzle spatter
my face and blur out my vision
until drops seemed to merge into
waving sheets, and this odd thought
sprang up:
Maybe this was the Word:
Let light be both
particle & wave,
My psychons now photons
My heartstrings now flutter
I dug my umbrella out
of the trash and bent it back.