They arise, these events
Unpredictably, like Quantum plays
In the watery deeps of an Atom
And depart in the blink of an eye
Like a bead of early morning dew
Under a fiery ray of the blistering sun.
No deterministic certainty flows
From the Big Bang, it seems.
Meandering line of History
For no rhyme or reason
Does a butterfly’s ballerina dance.
As and when slits open
Up in the fabric of Reality to let
Gurgling pressurised waters of History’s river creep through them
by Hemal Jayasuriya
Poetry thrives in a shadowy, allusive world in which feelings that can be un-pinnable in precise language come into a reality all their own. It may seem to have little to do with the world of facts and experimentation that is science. If all that there is can be explained by what we see and/or what we can prove, what need is there for poetry?
POEM
Events Jostle Inside The Black Box
More Poems by Hemal Jayasuriya
- Edge of a Beach
- Random Walks
- Young and Old
- Olympia
- Interdependence
- Soul Mountain
- Most Strange
- Starburst
- Ordering Into Shape, Unpredictable
- Rashomon
- Differentation
- Prospera’s World
- You are my woman of abstract
- A Leaf In Free Fall, Rotating
- Empty Dot Amongst Moving Matter
- Tom’s Clock
- Women and Men
- The Feel of Beauty
- Vacuum Fluctuations
- Into The Woods
- Birds Sing
- Starlight
- From Zero to Meaning
- In A Third Space : Science And Humanities
- Light of the Non-existent Sun
- Where is Time