STEPTOE AND PUB PHYSICS
Einstein and other
Nobel worthies say
Nothing is really real
This world is a
Fantastic fairy tale of
Spinning light and vibration -
A place we can’t accurately measure
In a newly discovered land
Known as Quantum Physics...
Maybe I’m missing the point?
Despite the clever maths
Despite the brightness
Behind the equation,
I still feel the need to
Reduce God to something
Shapely and purposeful
As a post-moden chair....
Something solid
Something tried and tested
Which gnarled hands have dragged
To this corner
Of the Frog & Ferret
Where its slowly been
Polished up since the nineteen
Eighties by tight, bony, saggy bottoms
Bags of shopping -
Its ash feet chewed by an old dog,
A chair on which I sit today
Wobbly, by a weak gas flame
As the twilight decends
And I figure out what it is to be.
01/04/08 @ 21:26