Thursday, April 24, 2008

Entropy

A body in
motion
tends to head
for the ocean
while a body at
rest
tends not
to get dressed

Such are the lessons
living

has taught
where science has
laws
a life
has its oughts

Thermo-
dynamics
by their very
mechanics
I’m sure
you can guess
leave me pale
and panicked

And building
requires
the physics
of wires
to hang up our bridges
and steeples and
spires -

All I
understand
is that surf
meets the sand
and all I can
hope
is my heart
meets my hand

Not far behind us
the ages
remind us
there’s always
another
who’ll quietly
find us –

And each time
I start
to whittle
and chart
I know little
by little
everything
falls apart.

2 comments:

Silly Girl said...

I'll try a description of your poems:
short synthesis of your soul's experience.

Anonymous said...

http://ultimulunicorn.weblog.ro/2008-08-06/465743/Something-for-today.html