The Fly on Einstein's Wall
If I could be a fly on Einstein’s wall
I’d buzz about from chair to curtain
watch him check out plans and gadgets
and scratch remarks on his papers.
When the clock edged to noon
his stomach would growl,
he’d fold up the prints and say,
“It’s a relatively short walk to the café.”
With Albert out I’d take the run of the place -
practicing banks and dips and vertical lifts.
I’d munch on scraps of Brie and fowl
left fused to the edge of his table.
When the tumblers turned
I’d buzz back to my wall, eager to witness
whatever this sage would chance to say.
He’d go to his desk to file reports
and stack them neatly into a tray.
Without warning he’d rise out of his chair
scattering papers across the floor.
“MASS AND ENERGY ARE ONE, ” he’d shout, -
“CRUSHED TOGETHER BY TIME! ”
I’d buzz and swoop and fly circles and loops
and taxi in on his collar.
I’d beat my wings to cool his brain.
But wait…Whose voice do I hear?
Oh, it’s you gentle reader.
“Stop, hold it right there, damned pest!
It couldn’t have happened that way!
Have you no shame or respect for God’s truth? ”
But I’d stare you down with my compound eye
and scornfully twitch my wings.
Consider this, troubled sir,
you’re the one scolding a talking fly.
July, 2006
Ah Robert - how you can hold the reader's attention down to the very last fly on the wall - - love the witty confounding with humour and science and the final line lands a stunning thought too. Welcome to you dear friend and hope to see more of your work here on P.F. - - best wishes from Fay.
brilliant peice of ethereal humour with a transcendental twist...
I love the combination of science art and whimsy... finished off with humor... This great poem gets all the parts of the mind involved...
and who are they to hear the voice of God? :)
The theory of relativity en route to the café, in a surreal setting, simply buzzing with creativity - superb! :)