Wednesday, December 05, 2012

NEW! Poem by Maureen Thorson

Maureen Thorson


BROWNIAN MOTION

Physicist,
take heed:
A vinelet’s
dust-like

pollen,
dispersed
on ponds
in purling

streaks,
forms points 
of random 
increase

befitting study.
A famous
oracle
was formed

by fumes
whose molecules
resembled
these—

just so 
our every
sparking
synapse swans,

producing
personality
by irregular
degrees,

selves
alterable—
up to a point—
by remembered

melodies,
unanticipated
touches,
the grand

chancy, quantum
scheme
of things.
I think—

at least,
I think I do—
that our
enraptured brains,

strung 
with memes
like Christmas
trees,

garlanded
in glowing rings,
are tangled 
skeins 

defying 
explanation.
Outlook hazy.
Try again.

From dust to dust,
we succumb
to bleak causation,
but effects

are hard to forecast:
For every bet
that loses,
one will win.

1 comment:

Dave H said...

Oho! I still admire your work just as much as ever, Maureen, after at least 10 years!

XXX

Chairperson,

Fan club - UK branch.