In school, I was intimidated by Math and Science. To escape Science, I took German instead of Chemistry and Physics. Now I am still stumped by Science, but Physics fascinates me.
I found a book called Physics for Poets, by Robert March. I tried to read it, with great difficulty, but still it haunted me.
On this day, the 15th anniversary of the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center , I post this poem that I wrote a while back and recently edited:
Physics for Poets
The realm of quantum theory is the very small-
Relativity deals with the very large or the very fast-
Gravity is the central mystery of our created universe.
I see the man falling the falling man from the World Trade Center.
I don’t understand it, but
I hear his body hit the roof of the Atrium,
hear the shocked cries of the people there that day.
I think of Acceleration in terms of objects… my car, hurtling down Route 95…
In the absence of resistance,
all falling bodies experience
the same constant acceleration.
That falling man,
that man falling head first, arms close at his sides
in his business suit,
from the World Trade Center
in the absence of resistance.
The buildings fell as the man fell,
Floors like dominos
Surrendering to the jet fueled fire,
an engineer’s nightmare.
Temperature is not the same as heat.
Temperature is intensive –
it does not vary with the quantity of material.
Heat , however, is extensive –
it does vary with the amount of material.
No time here for anything but soot.
The falling man did not have time for fragrance…
Within the hour he was vaporized.