Poetry: A Scientist’s Acrostic

A Sci­en­tist’s Acrostic
–Jen­nifer Gresham
From Diary of a Cell

Sci­en­tists are like beetles
Crawl­ing over the earth, anten­nae twitching,
In tune with the mysteries
Ein­stein whis­pered under a star-polished
Night sky. He chose the celes­tial play­ground by
Con­ven­tion-even log­ic, as bee­tles know, can be
Enhanced by beauty.

Illu­mi­na­tion dawns after years of
Scratch­ing through dark leaves, dirt.

Lying on one’s back, legs flailing,
Is tem­po­rary, and not, as some imagine
Fun­da­men­tal fail­ure or
Even such a bad thing.

Cur­rent Mood: nerdy
Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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