Binoculars are truly funny things
To focus on the far, you lose the near
Chasing stars, you forfeit
All that you hold dear

Vision’s field betrayed for clarity
What can it be?
A forest or a tree?
Only you can say

Wave or particle, or is it both?
What is this strange thing that God hath wroth?
A thing that is no thing until its named
And every child is wild until they’re tamed

Observation changes everything
Is the cat alive or dead?
Is a poem a poem
If it is only written
But it is never read

Einstein said that God does not play dice
The wedding came and went
The dead birds ate the rice
Must every joyful moment have its price?

Chameleons disguise among the bushes
Baby Moses hides in the bullrushes
The bush never burning to a crisp
The voice of God spoken with a lisp

The flowers for the bees
The forest for the trees