who shall call us to account?
the earth groans beneath our feet,
the air grows thick with fumes,
and time…
what tales shall time tell of us, i wonder…
“they reached for the stars
and burned their palms”?
but my cell phone rings,
and this instant reverie is swallowed
with the last gulp, the thrown-away bottle,
and I join the throng of indifferent atoms…
never mind tomorrow.
physics and poetry 