The Quantum Mechanics of Writing
A blank page, a hovering pencil -- the fearsome fecundity of Nothing.
Any and all conceivables [dormant and elusive] whisper
like a Quantum foam of virtual ideas.
This seething source of elementary beginnings
may briefly yield a photon of hope
or an electron of despair
only to slip beneath the unfulfilled surface of the possible.
A charmed quark of inspiration may spawn a lingering notion --
if gluons of coherence bind it to a strange quark of beauty.
But the inchoate concept must be fixed by the mordant of imagination
and this turbulent sea soothed with meaning before a cascade of creation
spills forth and the agony of experiment is traced in a celebration
of spirals and curlicues on a page exploding with theories of truth.