The Uncertainty Principle
When we wake up brushed by panic in the dark
our pupils grope for the shape of things we know.
Photons loosed from slits like greyhounds at the track
reveal lights doubleness in their cast shadows
that stripe a dimmed labs wallparticles no more
and with a wave bid all certainties goodbye.
For whats sure in a universe that dopplers
away like a sirens midnight cry? They say
a flash seen from on and off a hurtling train
will explain why time dilates like a perfect
afternoon; predicts black holes where parallel lines
will meet, whose stark horizon even starlight,
bent in its tracks, cant resist. If we can think
this far, might not our eyes adjust to the dark?
-Sarah Howe, "Relativity"
our pupils grope for the shape of things we know.
Photons loosed from slits like greyhounds at the track
reveal lights doubleness in their cast shadows
that stripe a dimmed labs wallparticles no more
and with a wave bid all certainties goodbye.
For whats sure in a universe that dopplers
away like a sirens midnight cry? They say
a flash seen from on and off a hurtling train
will explain why time dilates like a perfect
afternoon; predicts black holes where parallel lines
will meet, whose stark horizon even starlight,
bent in its tracks, cant resist. If we can think
this far, might not our eyes adjust to the dark?
-Sarah Howe, "Relativity"