Some particles simply will not walk back, timeward.
B meson decay is misbehaving in France,
K mesons at Caltech routinely violate charge symmetry
or parity symmetry, like tiny unruly telenomic machines.
I drove my great horsepower engine
over Robert Moses Causeway,
crossing the slender bays to meet the shore,
the bridges rise and roll in a particular pulse,
a stubbed toe throb of wave over wave.
Here, I slap at the sand in my shorts and sandals,
under the crash and roar of the gigantic ocean
and the heated beating of sourceless coconut oil.
Now, I solve for shut eye solitude,
grinning with gull screech and tinny radio.
I suppose gravitational waves pulse this whole globe;
suppose, too, the solution to a math calculation
depends on when and where that happens,
minutely, less than minutely:
Somewhere a wave breaks in zero time.
