Sunday, February 6, 2011


     for Duane Elgin

The universe is living, some now say,
Not only mystics but those scientists
Who study quantum physics’ disarray,
Where certainty recedes in cosmic mists,

Where only probability suggests
Where particles may be, and surety
Eludes the calculus of Newton’s tests,
Though space is made of thoughtful energy.

Just as each body’s microcosm lives
Informed by subtle energies throughout,
So something—call it pulse or spirit—gives
Aliveness to the cosmos round about.

Not only does our universe expand;
We see that it evolves, and feel it’s planned.