Off with their heads

Bin day ... out damned spot.
Some regrets but working on the basis I may as well ditch them so no-one else has to when the time comes.

I was curious to check out any poems relating to diaries and came across a new poet to me, Anne Cluysenaar and her ‘Touching Distances: Diary Poems’. These are poems written based on diary entries she made for the winters of 2010 and 2012. All the more poignant learning of her death in 2014.

January 13

Hunting the Higgs

No wonder they love a laugh, the physicists.
What ever they find or don't, it's OK.
Symmetries of the world just remnants
of those which, if perfect, would only have led to

no world at all – anti-matter, matter
would have cancelled each other out. Maybe.
Or maybe not, if the theory is at fault.
And if it is? More exciting still.

Whatever we're made of, it wants to know
how it came to be what it is. In us,
for a while at least, the stuff of stars
gets a glimpse of its own precarious life.

Like a single life, that will soon be gone.
Universes before, maybe, or after
our own, we won't ever get to explore.
They make up what is, though. And here we are!