I delved, into the theories of optics, allowing
my mind to bloom as though a wild bluebell.
Words, alone could barely, describe gracious
light – its reflection, depends on snow, water,
glass and rough road.
Light be both particle and wave, I thought as
the sun beams at me, its plane of polarization
consisting of direction that explores vibration
of particles, as well as, propagation of a wave.
Consider an ordinary incandescent light, like
the sun, upon mountain’s white peak, against
cobalt blue sky. Sunshine might turn partially
polarized, that is to vibrate in definite pattern
due to, dispersing air molecules of the earth’s
I wiped my spectacles upon my sleeve grateful
for optics, concerned with vision, that allowed
me to see the world so filled with complexities.
Perhaps, it was enough for one to look into the
soul and determine what was visible.
I figure, the behavior of light played significant
role, determining whether, they’re constructive
or destructive. Similarly, if we light a lamp and
guide another, it may as well brighten our path.
‘But then, the strongest light, is one that shines
Photo credits: lovethesepics
Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads