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Creation in a drop of water
I saw the first stars burn bright
In an obsidian mirror of the night
Marred by midges in tight turning clouds
Dancing their strictly string theorist courtships
Vibrating, rotating and mating,
Defiance in the face of an aqueous cosmos.
A breeze ruffled the sleeping poplars,
But not the pond.
Ancient photons came, tired by aeons of travel,
Some of them departed with fresh found polarities
Somewhere a distant star died
Waves of disaster distort now the aquaverse
Stars vanish, tumbling,
Cavorting in spreading chaos
To settle slowly, rhythmic, reliable,
To the apparent, deceitful, steady state.
Is that it, is that all that there is,
Creation glimpsed in a drop of water,
Heaven, in the maw of a rising trout?
