Two Poems by Morgan D. Bazilian

ELECTRIC

My son is sitting next to me
in a pile of stuffed animals,
stuffys he calls them.

He is showing me his poetry
from school
in a bright colored slide deck.

The poems are mostlysome form of haiku
with themes about nature.

They are coupled with 
images of lightning,
or something that looks like it.

He is reading them to me,
with enthusiasm
for the beauty of nature.

His voice rises and falls,
and I cannot get over
how astonishingly beautiful he is.



SCOPE

The scope of the thing,
its scale,
its pace,
escape the bounds of the
children’s understanding.

They play downstairs,
then outside,
then in the backyard,
pull the dog around
and make forts.

Then, once in a while
look up, look around,
hear the relative quiet,
almost conceive of the thing
and then go back to running.

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   Morgan D. Bazilian is a professor of physics and also write poems.

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