by <a href="https://instituteofreflection.com/author/hemal-jayasuriya/" target="_self">Hemal Jayasuriya</a>

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

Most Strange

Boxed in was Something ;
That something was most Strange.
The Box that contained it
Weighed the same before
And after that Strange Thing
Was put inside it.
Here was a puzzle that confronted Frank.
He deeply pondered what this Thing could be.
He called his workforce to break
Open the Box. There inside it
A tiny blue dot : a Photon, which had
Some weight, so small, it registered
No weight in the Macroscopic World
That surrounded it ; it was sometimes
A Particle, sometimes a Wave ; most Strange
Indeed : a Duality. Reality was Strange.
Honestly, to most racing legal minds
This, a Conundrum beyond their Ken.
An Entity where Opposites exist as One