Saturday, 25 June 2011

Tennis


Who would have thought,
just after the big bang
you would get tennis and
tennis players, their girlfriends
and grass, so well behaved,
the ball, going in one direction
one second, then in the other
the next.

There was no plan back then,
the cookie just crumbled.
There are plenty of plans now;
like tennis they come from
no plans being made at the start;
not extensions of an original intent
but what happens when there is
no intent.

Why it went this way and not that,
why we have tennis not something else,
what was particular about that detonation?
It looks to us like there was a plan;
tennis looks like design not accident,
we see it through a neat and tidy screen
when really it is eggs braking
in an earthquake.

Saturday, 18 June 2011

For the Benefit of Your Doubt

I'm a strange attractor when alone.
The rest of the time I’m just my self,
edited for your consumption, censored,
seasoned and soused to suite your palette.

In a lot of senses I don’t exist;
I am dark mater, dark energy,
undetectable by current instruments, 
apparent only through bent starlight.

My true nature is beyond the scope
of comprehenders; it is a singularity 
at a four in the morning red light 
with no other traffic on the road.

I’m eating my words here, rolling
my tongue round the limits of my
universe, enunciating so you can
negotiate my gravitational pull.

I’m a gentle force who wouldn’t want to
split your focus, put you through a prism
of misunderstanding, trap you in a spectrum 
of convention limited imagination.

But I am persistent and I demand your
experiment takes into account that I will 
behave in an uncertain way determined 
by the attention to detail deployed.

Nothing is decided and if you close
your microscope or shut off your
accelerator I will persist in colliding
with unregistered exotic particles

and continue telling the shadows, 
behind the wheelie bin in the dark ally
by the traffic junction where I wait
for a red shift to amber, all about it.