Showing posts with label size. Show all posts
Showing posts with label size. Show all posts

Sunday, October 29, 2023

Gravity speaks of distribution



While putting away the dishes

in my tiny kitchen,

I recalled over-hearing 

the man say to the girl

'Your eyes were bigger than your plate'


And now I was stacking the plates,

sorting large and small,

thinking how they were all made the same

Each one designed to hold only so much

And the inevitability

Of each one taking a turn

At the bottom,

bearing the weight 

Of all 

The others 

And never cracking.


With the dishes put away,

I look through the glasses

Thinking of the right size

for my eyes

Hearing the tiny echoes

Of gravity 

And thirsting for more. 


Painting by Joannes de Cordua (1630-1702), 'Still life with copper dishes' in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.


Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Size Matters


How big is an idea?
People have said the internet was HUGE-
I haven’t seen it
with my own eyes, it could be all lies
like conspiracy and particle theories.

I know some HOPES are grander than others.
And I’ve carried some burdens bigger than a bus-
but I think that most people care less
about microscopic entities that they cannot see
or things that happen too slowly…

Have you ever stood
barefoot in the shoreline
Feet in the foam? If so, you know,
water always wins The Sands of Time.
Teamed together they make us pearls
of wisdom, bioluminescence,
a light within that begins
when one Believes
without sight
a tiny wish, a photon, a want to
that turns with light into a neutrino
that gets excited and becomes an electron
before any quarks form.

I think ideas matter,
stemming from a soft grey area...
And then there was light!
And then Atom,
and then we gain momentum,
molecule by molecule,
we are busy making molehills.

So blood is thicker than water,
and the homo sapiens denser than air-
I swear I saw a flying fear,
and my dear
it was GARGANTUAN!
Just like that GIANT ego, those
greenish, meanish miasmas
that all seem and smell the same.

So many slippery minuscule ideas,
evaporating into invisible shame,
hoping to erase your name
in the sand, 
eroding where you think 
you stand.




Image of Sea Wall at Bald Head Cliff, York, Maine 1901, [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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