cry "physics!" and let slip the higgs bosons of war

Not Isaac Newton's Oracle

the oracle misses those easy
long arcs; puffed white contrails
traced baseballs caught, thrown
against bright summer sky.

she misses the crack of the bat.

flying
fractalled glass
echoes the same,
but the place
between notes
slips down stairs.

the oracle sits on her couch,
pets the cat.
watches soaps.



"Nine Things About Oracles"