Separatists or Saints or Pilgrims traveled to
this world, a New World, first on
a leaky Speedwell then on the Mayflower
aiming for the Hudson, settling for Plymouth.
35,000,00 direct descendants came from 102 Pilgrims.
General relativity says that in our universe
causes lead to effects. Nothing travels faster
than light – but our quirkier quantum world
seems random with connections appearing seemingly instantaneosly.
I’m a pilgrim sailing on the Intuition.
This Parisian iron ball suspended and wire-swinging
inside the Panthéon dome proves that Earth
rotates on its axis, steady but relative
to our turning world. It’s physics –
but I take comfort in any constancy.
I learned more about Foucault’s pendulum in Umberto Eco’s novel by that name. It’s a high-level adventure that might remind you of Dan Bown’s popular novels. Some Milanese book editors create an elaborate hoax connecting the medieval Knights Templar with occult groups and making a map that shows the geographical point from which all the powers of the earth can be controlled. Spoiler: It’s in Paris at Foucault’s Pendulum.
This summer I don’t hear America singing.
I hear America shouting “Black Lives Matter!”
I hear it gasping “I can’t breathe.”
I hear America crying for those dying
and asking for an end – a beginning.
There are those who worship in the
crystalline walls and the rainbow hues of
the without-religion Church of Magical Thinking where
our President stands, black book in hand,
saying the pandemic will magically go away.