This poem is only notionally science connected.
I am cheerfully plundering science for the concept of entanglement as I have always been intrigued by particles that, having once danced together, remain for ever thereafter connected, even if separated by the universe.
These are the spaces I fill
... yours ...
that in a master's hands,
the shadows of self,
hidden in the darkfast.
on the edges of the universe.
Waves of words
A howl of words
to scour night-desert sands
through the naked eye,
to inner seeming,
judgment of the heart.
These words I fill with space.
s t r e t c h i n g
to greater and greater eternities.
With each successive retreat from the shore,
each frantic scramble for height,
for a haven of safety,
far above, on the lonely cliff-ledge
or: the rush back, to the darkness
of a stormy, tide-pulled deeps;
there is only ever need for the silence,
and for solitude.
created by uncertain,
a space of hesitation,
A singular call gives rise
Drawn, like waters
by the waxing of the moon,
to rise from the dark,
to return to the shore,
to meet on the tideline,
in the fullness of a silvered light.
This is our choreography:
Harmony and dissonance flow,
together tell a story of the role played by space
in a tightly coupled, yet eternally separated dance;
two electrons yearning
on opposite sides of their expanding universe,
for a way to remain
Fiona Mackintosh (© 2011, 2017, 2018)