A Sign at CERN
A Sign at CERN - Andrew Wynn Owen
A Sign at CERN
“A Higgs,” it reads, “makes gravity.”
Next step? All being, moving, doing spring:
The genomes’ sinuosity
Of protein: their controlled tornado-string
And turns where ribboning entwine
With redoublings, their
Cytosine, guanine, thymine, adenine
Stitches in the fabric. All codes we wear
Were hardwired in that atomic hardware.
Take this rock, tied to a star,
Englobing in its grip the massive weight
Of mountains, makers of beaux-arts,
And all the chattering soldiers of debate
Who tilt their heads like jays and spin
Narratives on the loss
Of energy that scatters from their skin
While altogether elsewhere comets cross
And plasma clouds congeal like candyfloss.
Now take a dehydrated willow,
Weeping at every brand, its structure rolled
For layer on layer – a cigarillo
Of bark and sap, mathematically-controlled
Epiphenomenon of carbon
Concealing up its sleeve
A blueprint of its promised re-creation:
When rain arrives, those seeds it stores will leave
And redesign a river with their weave.
Look, Googler! Motors churn a plough
Through fields in France where battlelines were drawn
As leaflife nods its splitness now
From world-at-war. A hurtling lapwing’s borne
On feather-licking air. Its motion
Behaves as ever: time
Relates, connects, elides – lines of devotion~
from The Multiverse (Carcanet, 2018), © Andrew Wynn Owen 2018, used by permission of the author.