Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Love as an element.
Like the 118 elements on the periodic table, like mountains and oceans, the universe is slowly revealing itself. Some things appear to be permanent, many appear fluid and changing. The force we call love is such an element. We can only understand it through its mutations, apparitions, and the feelings we experience when we possess it.
This poem of mine is about those first encounters.
Must I tell you in Latin, or Sanskrit,
Or in ancients’ scripts of
Tombstones and moldy signs?
I know you read the news-track the story
From one end to another-
Factual slips catch your eye.
You know everything
in print, all the elements of a life time.
I sit behind you in Chemistry
My whispers too soft for you to notice.
When the 118th element was added
to the periodic table
-translucent the two times that
Sounds like Nostradamus you said,
Hardly worthy of all that attention and ink
You said and turned toward me.
But you didn’t see me
My whispers were too soft.
I wrote you a note
Left among ciphers and equations:
“I weigh more than
Oxygen and Water and Ununoctium
At high temperatures
I act in unexpected ways.
Can’t you smell my scent
Heaven - Earth –Eternity?”
If you find this in time, I wrote in Italic,
turn around and call my name.