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