Photonic Wonders
I took a snapshot of a moving photon;
It filled a pixel, and was not moving on.
The photo told me not how fast it had flown,
So I assumed this info couldn’t be known.
The photon was ageless at the speed of light,
As women are always young and always right,
For time had stopped, ‘though I thought time was movement.
Photons never get old or need improvement.
With my new contact lenses, I now can see
One photon, unmeasured by man—most need three.
It traveled 13 billion years, from the deep,
But what lights my dark head when I dream in sleep?
How come photons don’t pile up on the floor
Under my lamp when it shines all the more?
Lucky thing, for where would I put them all—
Doing light housekeeping into the hall?
Is it light that defines space, as EM?
Do I see the light? What is lit in REM?
Is light the answer to the TOE’s dark quiz?
Then wherever it reaches, existence is.