THEO AYRES – YORKSHIRE
ELECTRONS AND QUARKS
It would be beautiful to believe
that artistic Prometheus moulded you from clay,
that God handcrafted you from a rib to keep me company,
that Cupid singled you out for me,
that, when we die, we’ll be reborn as swans
destined to meet again and mate for life,
that your soul is in the capable hands of a smiling deity.
However it’s more beautiful still to know
that the trickle of raindrops like tadpoles down a pane;
and the hushed sloshing of waves on a sandy shore;
and you and the sky and the earth and the plants and the stars
are the hectic polyrhythms of electrons,
the elegant waltzing of quarks.