Although my career has been in medicine, and I love also music and poetry, I've long been intrigued by advances in physics. I've read much about Einstein and physicists around him--and I think they would have loved a poetry of physics. All the best, Don. Published in Ygdrasil. Copyright, J. Donald Coonrod

Holy Wth The Worm

Creation's light, sunny as lemon
curled up in dawn, so mysterious
a pharaoh's muse could not
divine it's ten dimensions and
time; superstrings locked in
loops, serpents in ecstasy;
steaming life in a garden
of Eden where softly murmured
death remembers all too well
love forgotten.

I am old, a rock soaking up
sun in a kingdom created by
mathematical rhyme; entropy,
sine waves of birth and death
going up and coming down--Oh,
I'm holy, I'm divine, but only
with the worm.