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

Tom’s Clock

Tick, Tock, Time flows
Forward, if you know that way.
Tock, Tick, that is never the case ;
Cosmos cannot be made to run back.
Quarks, Black Holes, Dark Matter, these
Thoughts are maddening says Bernard.
Aristotelian Worldview was most satisfactory
To me. Yes, I know a saucepan of boiled water runs down
The gradient to room temperature, a cricket ball
Driven through the air may break a glass window ;
There is never a possibility of reversing in total
The sequence of events that occurred ;  something
Like heat, or a shape cannot be restored completely
To its original State. What was thought to be 
The Nature of Things, gets proven to be wrong.
This world, according to Thermodynamics
Will run down, ending in a weird milieu
Of an unimaginable Nothingness. But No, that
Might not quite happen, Michael, for it is
Possible that there are Singularities
Hiding within the expanding Space, that may
Spontaneously explode, starting the growth of new
Light Cones that begin their outward journeys
Out from of our present one. If you
Step out from this one, to a nascent, expanding cone
You could escape that impending noiseless
Cold State of sheer stillness. Essentially, you
You have jumped ship, to keep going
On a new curve. But does it matter. These thoughts
Make you become excitedly alive, and being wrong
Opens up new possibilities, bringing joy to the Being.
My thought might be wrong, but then again
Michael, it might be right. In that case, amongst
All these wrongs that stir us to seek the right
What if your thought is found to be right in a sea
Of wrongs. Will I be then
In a Sad or Happy State.
Now, that is something to ponder, this
End-State of being right