It's one of those pendulum kind of days,
Swinging from cloud shadow into sun rays
As gusts accelerate through the oak trees.
Oh, the velocity of scattered leaves.
Photons filter past curtains of white lace
To energize dust on the old bookcase
Where dwarf cosmos refracting in quart jars
Balance gravity like main sequence stars.
Sound wave from the children's play undulates,
And out from a black hole cat calculates
Its trajectory to lick a jam spoon
This electromagnetic afternoon.
-- Janell W., Adult
