A Love Poem To The Higgs Boson

Well it won’t write itself

and that’s the problem.

I can’t write it, it won’t

be written, and that

most ubiquitous of subjects

remains missing from my armory.

What to do when you

haven’t a clue how to

write a love poem?

They come on their own,

the poems, in their own

time and manner.

I must go about my

business and wait,

not trying.

So where are the love poems?

Is there is no love in my soul?

How can a writer function

without love?

How can a human being exist

without love?

Maybe love is like physics.

I don’t understand the science

but I can grasp the concepts.

Yes, love is like physics;

understandable conceptually

but only explainable at the

subatomic level. A quantum

world where reality blinks

in and out of existence in a

fog of fuzzy logic and chaos.

So perhaps their are only a

few virtuosi who can understand

the physics of love, or maybe

only two, you know,

Hawking and Shakespeare.

I think I’ll write an ode

to the Uncertainty Principle.