2. Turns Among Many
Harmonice mundi
The
scans and dots enhance these other worlds,
the red rock plains of Mars, the red spun reel
of Jupiter, the brash and crystal wheels
of Saturn, all the moons, their pocks and swirls,
blue ice and hot volcanic curls,
the planets' clouds and what the clouds conceal
and what the rifts and surfaces reveal
to Voyagers, the silver spiders hurled
a billion miles and still a part of Earth
since what they signal to their place of birth
reminds me what the tantrum world might mean
and makes me happier for having seen
in pampered safety here, from by TV,
a vision of the gorgeous harmony.
Nov 1980
Entropy
Parting
pairs
and states betray
the patterns of the holy.
Even
the stars
on course decay
although, of course,
more slowly.
Jul 1982
Cosmologists
"The radiation from the early universe should
by now have expanded to such an extent that its
temperature has dropped to as low as about 3 K."
1.
There's no one ranks them for audacity.
They say the world, well-loaded point in wait,
blew up one day and spewed out t
(time), s (space)
and then a slew of spiral galaxies.
I bow before their wild ability
to theorize and slickly calculate
the birth of stars from quantum
states
and other wonders leading up to me.
But I sometimes think how pleasant it would be
if they could find behind the
background haze
some acts more touching than the
lepton phase ---
a song, perhaps, or notes on perfidy,
an ancient pas de deux, a family tree
with portraits of the causes of 3 K.
2.
Swift origin: a singularity
exploded to expanding time and space
and from excited quantum states
created
our spun light, the spiral galaxies.
So bow before the probabilities
that turned the universe from early
rays
into an older world in which we brave
and which we chalk with strange
cosmologies,
and though I think how pleasant it would be
if we could find within the
background haze
a past more touching than the lepton
phase,
still, theories too contain a poetry.
Though crabbed equations lack
humanity,
they glorify the genesis of blaze.
Sep, Oct 1981; Aug 1982
We Also Swerve
"If the atoms did not have this swerve,
they would all fall straight
down
through the deep void like
drops of rain . . .
Thus Nature would never have
created anything."
Lucretius
This
is a world with convictions
in spite of hesitant hands.
Though faith fail to furnish prescriptions
the trees swallow rivers and stand.
This
is a world with conditions
in spite of plangent desires.
The world has its circular missions
and we are its tangents to fire.
Jun, Jul 1982
Thinking Time
"And the source of coming-to-be for existing things is that into
which destruction, too, happens, 'according to necessity; for
they
pay penalty and retribution to each other for their injustice
according to the assessment of Time' . . . "
Anaximander, 6th century B.C., containing the earliest
words known today of any Greek philosopher
The
air our ash, the earth our solemn bones
the sea our cold remains, the elements
demand a payment for our chance
offense,
due when our
culminating act atones
for our epiphany, that threat to stones.
attack on space and matter's eminence
made by burgeoning intelligence
that no
materiality condones.
Or
are they thinking too, the stones, the seas,
the restless atoms, quarks, the elements
of elements, our thoughts, our very
thoughts
alive and thinking thoughts of thoughts like these
but all consigned to such impermanence
and recompense as trying Time allots?
Feb, Mar 1979
Darwin's Music
Disciples of Pythagoras report
a music made by bodies as they move.
When
Newton, plagued by time, tuned in his muse,
he manufactured theories for the chords.
"And ... whilst this planet has gone cycling on
according to the fixed law of gravity,
from so simple a beginning endless forms
most beautiful and most wonderful have been
and are being evolved." (These are the final
words of Darwin's Origin of Species.)
The
worms and plants of Darwin's tangled earth
and other forms produce a music too,
and protein codes are scores that
carry tunes
for protean
performances of birth.
Apr, Aug, Oct 1981
Evolution
On
just one day, a single turn of earth,
some unknown millions of years ago,
the first dicotyledon must have grown,
and every spring the earth salutes its birth.
No one can know the shade tree as it was,
whole types are gone whose grace no longer grows.
A random few have left their shapes in stones,
the rest have disappeared, as living does.
The
patterns stay which fit the changes most.
The last dicotyledon may ascend
one day, and shade trees never grow
again.
Time makes the most insistent matter ghosts
but nothing time controls will bring an end
to beauty in the patterns which have
been.
Apr, Aug 1981
Life on Earth
I
may make do with having been
an instance of profusion,
my species one of many,
not framed so colorful as some ornate varieties,
and less at home, although
adept, at times, at saying so.
Jan, Mar 1982