The Future of Luck, and: Lecture from the Physicist

The Future of Luck

I was holding this baby
when he clenched and grimaced
then pitched forward in a seizure.
His mother said, yeah
there's something in his brain.

Think of the infants
propelled like toy boats
by the magnitude
of their parent's desire.

Lucky he's landed in this place
of poverty and despair.
His arm splints, neck brace and special spoon
will go in a yard sale.
They'll feed him pudding.
His entertainment - the shaking of knickknacks
when the train goes by.

Lecture from the Physicist

If you are light on your feet,
a mist skimming over the pond,
the moon pulls you
to where you would be lighter still.
Rightly fear spinning away,
spin is the orbit
of an object whose diameter
exceeds the orbit.
Too big, in other words,
to really get out of town.
So when your brain spins,
the thought is too large
to properly swirl.

That is why we are obsessed with stones
and apply them as a curative
to the inconstancy of time and space,
which curves to touch
what began as parallel journeys.