as if searching for a pirate ship.
Inside these three mirrors fragments
re-arrange themselves endlessly.
like a halo, late winter.
The smooth quick movements as you
polish the lenses.
The chemical burn in your eyes,
the dark for months on end.
until you don’t know what is
big and what is small.
This is the world now, the whole world.
Through a kaleidoscope, from the brokenness
a whole could emerge. We look in,
our backs to the truth as if it were our own sun.
Making tea in the universe
you’ll need to gather up everything
of matter between you and me and the
into a dot so infinitesimally
There is no space, no darkness
There is no past for it
The tea leaves are in the pot,
In the first second
Magnets fall from the fridge
In the first minute your universe
and growing fast.
The kettle is boiling by the third
of all the matter that is
created. Pour the tea to brew
for life on earth.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Helen Heath blogs at helenheath.com and writes poetry and essays. Her poetry has been published in many journals in New Zealand, Australia and the USA. She completed an MA in Creative Writing at the IIML in 2009. Helen’s chap-book of poems called Watching for Smoke was published by Seraph Press in 2009. Her first full length book, Graft, will be published in 2012 by VUP.‘
Making tea in the universe’ is a partially found poem inspired by Bill Bryson’s description of the Big Bang in his Short History of Nearly Everything, (Black Swan, 2004) in which he describes the creation of the universe happening in the time it takes to make a sandwich. This poem won the inaugural ScienceTeller Poetry Award in 2011.