Poetry

Orison 

Three days later,

we bought a Newton’s cradle.

Put it on the table, and heartsick,

tried to click click click our way out of it.

But there are six strings missing,

a great big grin, 

and a legendary faux fur coat.

 

There are two types of energy:

potential and kinetic.

One is energetic, inhabiting space.

One anticipates

velocity, force. It cannot be destroyed;

waits in the wings,

electricity intact

and it lives when we sing and remember.

 

Three days later,

we bought a Newton’s cradle.

Put it on the table, and heartsick,

tried to click click click our way out of it.

Then collision click clacked, 

slowed to a tick,

to a whisper, to collective, 

from kinetic to potential.

 

It’s said that friction robs the system of its energy,

but really, the universe desires to commune.

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