poem

Large Hadron Collider

It’s a complicated process

an understatement

if there ever was one, buried

bending magnets, cold

shoulders nudging pinpoint proton

beams into flawless

contrapuntal orbits through deep

velvet vacuum veins,

ropey blue rivers on God’s pale

wrist, slender, adorned

with fine Swiss movement, all this dense

science to explain

the simple transformation of

two colliding souls,

a marriage say, shedding glowing

particles, part and

parcel of our enduring turn, 

lap after sweet lap.