Baybridge Nightfishing Epiphany by Joe Dees


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The two deep blues are split;
The lower one moves with the neap tide.
It is the still upper blue
To which I attend tonight...
And it dawns on me
As I bait a teetiny minnow
How opposites attract, and how
The smaller things are, and the larger
The more they resemble each other.
The world is like a cell
And the starry light mites
Circling a galactic center
Are as electrons orbiting a nucleus.
The stars twinkle with Brownian motion
As I realize that, like quarks
The Universe Itself possesses Charm
And Strangeness.