For today…
Williamleeone asked: “Have you seen my sock?”
I reply with the lyrics of a song I wrote a couple of years ago for a prompt, “Science”. I’ve never given it a chorus, and I’ll let the reader decide if it stands alone as a poem.
Matter doesn’t matter much to me
I’d rather look at stuff that I can’t see
And whilst this may seem like a paradox
It could explain what happened to my socks
Everything is in superposition
Neither here nor there until volition
And when you look it all snaps into place
Instead of hanging out in outer space
Nothing is the matter you might think
Your table, chairs, your cooker, kitchen sink
Empty space, mostly, all of that
Even you, your dog, your hamster, cat
Some days, when I choose to entertain
Assuming that my guests have half a brain
I’ll feed their minds with Schrödinger…
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Jane Sandford 