Nucleation (A Caudate Sonnet) - Poem by Diane Hine
This was no laudanum daydream Robert.
I’m quite clear-headed though I know my cheeks
are flushed. I saw Florence Cathedral’s chic
new façade – finished at last! Time wandered
wilfully, not I. Sightseers hovered
aloft in untethered telepheriques.
I watched people watch zoetrope machines.
I learnt that empty space is not…..Doctor?
No, I’m compos mentis……not quite empty.
I read, over shoulders, sense and riddles
(…surface nucleates carbon dioxide…)
Instantly I thought of all the letters
you sent me. What’s the link? Well, time swan dived
clockstupid to clockwise, so I scribbled
this quick note: ‘A dimpled
oblate spheroid seeds bubbles in soda.’
Dear, you catalyse my lines which over
flow in cola codas.
You loosened my collared throat, and provoke
my mind like Mentos dropped in diet Coke,
and if we can’t revoke
entropy, or seed a virtual cloud
or find a budding multiversal bough,
know I love thee now.
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