string theory

I found a coffee shop one day. There were mosaics, and a window, and a door that said push/pull. So I sat down for a little while.

the rolling boil

of a coffee shop there sat

one pearl of sugar,

 

stiff chairs and tables

constellating coast lines

through ebb and tide:

 

latitudes shining.

there’s a bell above the door

bouncing symmetries

 

on scallop divers

far below through a window

pushing out for gold.

 

there’s a second guess

and galaxies of picture

books. like scaffolding

 

they cling to terraced walls,

they hug the past with frames of

flowers, blood, and string.

 

punting high overhead

a strong eagle rakes her plate

with sinew and bone,

 

with torsion brightly

biting on the wind. then comes

her disappearing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[V]

Well-written piece. I like the combination of descriptive words with a tad of physics. Beautiful yet intellectual. I enjoyed reading.

[charlie]

Thank you for the time, Vanessa. I appreciate your thoughts.

[V]

You're welcome.

[Gaia Octavia]

I love the imagery in this. I can picture a man sitting quietly, observing the tiny moments happening in the world around him while his mind wanders forward, turning his focus inward and outward, until he is soon far past observing the physical world around him. Well done.

[charlie]

I'm happy you liked my haiku. Thank you :)

[highonwords]

a philosophical and whimsical write at the same time - the poet moves in you and takes in a breath of the surroundings - and goes home - to write it all out :)

steph

[charlie]

Some people do still call various fields of science "philosophical", and indeed "whimsical", too. And it could be hard to argue at times...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you capture a snapshot of life in this one...the poet's eye wandering, taking in all that is there---absorbing not only the feel of the coffee shop but the feel of the life surrounding it---really stopping to smell the coffee, both literally and figuratively.

[charlie]

That might sum it up :)