Acoustic Shadows Look Like Nothing
The universe is filled with baffling things,
With paradoxes like a suite of tunes
In sound that isn’t heard but still it sings:
Acoustic shadows cast by clear balloons,
Invisible their shapes, invisible
Their shadows if in fact they cast a shade.
Phenomena like these, divisible
By zero if at all, God’s glass arcade
They might be called, except that glass is heard
By no one, not Jehovah even. He,
If he exists at all, is crystal blurred,
Stretched out forever by eternity.
Uncertain shadows in our DNA
Keep each of us from hearing this bouquet.
~ Phillip Whidden