March is a time of transition
winter and spring commence their struggle
between moments of ice and mud
a robin appears heralding the inevitable
life stumbling from its slumber
it was in such a period of change in 1905
that the House of Physics
would see its Newtonian axioms
of an ordered universe collapse
into a new frontier
where the divisions of time and space
matter and energy
were to blend as rain and wind
in a storm that broke loose
within the mind of Albert Einstein
where Brownian motion danced
seen and unseen, a random walk
that became his papers marching through science
reshaping the very fabric of the universe
we have come to know
we all share a common ancestor
a star long lost in the eons of memory
and yet in that commonality
nature demands a permutation
a perchance genetic roll of the dice
which births a new vision
lifting us temporarily from the mystery
exposing some of the roots to our existence
only to raise a plethora of more questions
as did the papers of Einstein in 1905
San Diego 9/05
with a cat lying upon my lap
a sough whispers in the trees as a summer day begins fading
the tiger lilies below bend as if trumpeting
a musical for ears yet to come into existence
evaporating the din of civilization beyond
the universe is collapsing rapidly onto the balcony
where Einstein and i lay oblivious, barely conscious
while a susurrus flutters about an emerging lambent dream
beneath transience speaks well of eons of genetic honing
irises in a regal stance amidst other ephemeral existences
purple to lavender to a magical touch of yellow within
nature never leaves a flower undone
nature never leaves us alone
at every turn we discover yet another miracle
another faucet where life defies entropy
they tell me of other universes
parallel worlds where Einstein and i are enemies
yet another where we are merely passing paths
while here a house finch alights upon a feeder
producing decoherence, reinforcing the natural superposition of states
this supine recline, singularity producing moments tender and real
Einstein slowly glances up, knows these visitors well
the feline within is at peace, with the humming birds too
there is a natural trust here amongst us
knowing harm is never on this balcony
no amount of reality could change this
somewhere they say Shroedinger's Cat
lies in some box, some seventy years i believe
with a fully armed pistol and no one knows if it is still alive
or has perished in some photon fate
what a horrible thought as i lay my hand upon Einstein
rubbing him slightly behind the ears he purrs
black as midnight, eyes piercing yellow
he is an exquisite product of time and evolution
nature has done its job well
nature never waivers in its quest for beauty
we prefer our life here in this universe
a many faceted dimension shared between so many
branes of life that collide, separate, rejoin
in a pas de panmolecular
the perfect synchronization of matter and energy
time and space
the world is where it should be
drifting off to arriving wings
with a cat upon my lap taking a nap
as a gentle breeze glides me yet deeper
perhaps my keys are escaping into another universe
i can exist with such a fate
nature having equipped me well
nature is generous in her well worn paths
intelligence against those sudden opening dimensions
a spare set whose existence can never change
where not even parallel universe jumping demons
can steal them away
or the love and closeness i share with Einstein
and when all this is done, a paseo to a newborn sun
where we will continue until matter matters no more
love is a precious banquet, savor each morsel
every crumb and moment love has to give
no matter how the future chooses to arrange itself
some aspects to the universe will always elude us
before we have been delegated to extinction
i believe there is a reason in that mystery
which can never be scrutinized by scientific measuring
we have now, it is all i ever needed or wanted
San Diego 2/06
Back To Insects
Here I sit on a Tiger-eyed blue marble
in a storm of trouble
and wish for a strike...
a flash of white...
no sound discernable...
more powerful and bright as the sun...
so they say.
better odds than any lottery
I stand a good chance of a strike
and so it shall be.
Let the fine arts and science fade...
let commerce and greed rule.
People have lost perspective
of the potential of the species.
Add a rolling roof, nuke a country...
Education, elimination of poverty and disease,
strangling debt, subjugation and control...
Mechanics of the universe are pure...
mechanics of man are polluted.
Science, the doing, is constricted by technology...
geared for profit
and void of essence...
cloaked in a shroud and void of ethics.
Return the world to the ancient citizens.
April 10th 2006
Birth of a Star;
Death of a Planet
Number twenty two in the heavens and
Number one in the solar system and
First to evaporate.
What a paradox:
One is old but young;
One is young but old
How does that happen?
Only in space where the bizarre rules...
Where a Madhatter asks nutty questions...
There are no directions:
But one thing was universal...
And once bound them together:
Love and hope and care--
The universe is mysterious.
Columbia Shuttle Flight STS-107
Dive deep down
An aim awaits
For your hands to reach
For years, decades and ages
A door lies locked
A pearl in the shell
A secret in the brain
If Not Now
White garlands draped and strung,
creeper blossoms, reminicent of snow
Finial, five sepaled, fillistered, flower bowls
Penta-hedron, vase shaped, single bells,
Such delicate geometry,
pre-destined from a seed
Destiny , fate or duty-
one will always mock the other
Each breath rests
in the lap of a higher power-
Increments, irrelevant to atoms
All that will unfold
is manifest in flowers.
© Suzanne Delaney