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

Random Walks

Lotus remains tethered
To its mud-sucked bottom
Until its cogitating innards
Outs an unseen Force
Of its own volition
To feel the warmth of the Sun
 From below an unfathomable space of
Quantum dances blow the waterline