The article about quantum entanglement
is a spooky wave
carrying me into deep waters
far from the safety of familiar shores.
Even the physicists,
smiles glowing like stars,
admit the phenomenon boggles
but is stitched into the cosmos.
For proof they peer at distant quasars
with giant, mountaintop eyes,
crunch data to stardust,
craft formulas so long
as to encircle the globe.
They’re unraveling entanglement
so quantum computers
will better secure our codes and foil hackers.
A galaxy of effort to replace
what a ravenous black hole has devoured.
Meanwhile, a child, as yet
unentangled with reality,
lends their favorite toy to a friend
trusting its return to honesty.
(end)
(Image of David and Annabelle)
David Henson
Saragun Springs 
David
Thank you for the much needed run of good poetry this week. I like this because it speaks of the joy some TV scientists have for the awesome destructive forces in nature, and yet you present something perhaps stronger, the way things are in the sandbox.
Leila
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Thanks, Leila. After the sandbox, it’s all downhill!
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David
Leonard Cohen sang (or mumbled), “Things are gonna slide, slide in all directions, / won’t be nothing, / nothing you can measure any more.”
John Donne talked about “the conceit,” where the poem brings together (or yokes together) two wildly different things and makes them seem like one, or two sides of the same coin.
You have proven yourself to be something of a master of this poetic technique, just as valid in our day as it was in John Donne’s day, if not more so.
Thanks again for helping to make The Springs a lively place, instead of place filled with dead air space like so many other active publications! It’s great to have you as a regular contributor to this experiment and experience.
Dale
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Thank you, Dale. It’s been a long time since I’ve read John Donne. You’ve motivated me to revisit his work.
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David, I don’t feel competent to comment on free verse, other than to say I enjoyed this. And I’d never seen a poem with ‘boggles’ in it before. Thanks! mick
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Beautiful, the refrain at the end with the child lending the toy, something so small (perhaps ‘quantum’ even?), but huge to that child. A really thought-provoking, and engaging poem.
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