I cannot wear yesterday’s clothes today <br />I am a different person, my smile is new <br />a different face in the mirror - not for me <br />the same dark blue shirt interspersed with <br />shining silver threads <br /> <br />I am not the same moody thundercloud lined <br />with silver moonbeams, I am become a garden <br />gnome, a green T-shirt with pink jacket proclaim <br />my new identity, listening to ‘In a Persian Market’ <br />to add an exotic flavor to <br /> <br />The quarks that make up my being, already flavored <br />as Up, Down, Strange, Charm, Truth, Beauty; named <br />in terms of their discovery by scientists who marveled <br />as their spinning energy described as color and flavor <br />came to light, every aspect of <br /> <br />These virtual particles are calculated mathematically <br />members of the group known as bosons sounding as <br />sinister and exciting as the Cosa Nostra; scientists are <br />more inspired than artists when confronted with the <br />wonders of the universe <br /> <br />I want to twirl like a Sufi dancer, become a swirling <br />Dervish spinning lightning fast when discovering <br />all these mythical mysteries practiced by <br />quantum physicists!<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2010-03-27-sufi/
