Night and Day We cannot see it Or feel when it arrives Even our ears are helpless In separating this reality From nothingness Except we now learn That it is not a thing Or even a million But the detritus Cast off in waves From the heart Of beating atoms Within a beating heart And becomes A leap of faith When eyes see the light. Oh, Heisenberg I saw a particle In less than the blink Of anyone’s eye Become a wave Which lit a lamp And jolted my brain. There is no being No material thing Except what flows Through you As a wave And takes All certainty With it. These waves dart Through the hollows Of our minds As castaways From electrons As nothingness Lights up Our being And our sunsets On Helgoland. Making Quantum Waves When I sing Of angels and demons I am making waves. When I see All that surrounds me The light is making waves. When I touch And enjoy my family I feel their waves. As I walk The direction I take Creates waves. As I think My mind constructs Ideas that make waves. When we march Toward justice and hope Knees bend from waves
Lauren Friesen was raised on a farm in Nebraska and from there went on to a career in poetry, theatre, and education. He served as Poet-in-Residence for the Seattle Arts Commission and published poems in Poetry Nippon, Mississippi Valley Review, Dark Waters, and Madrona Review. He has also been a production assistant with the San Francisco Opera Company and, most recently, the David M. French Professor of Theatre at the University of Michigan-Flint. His published plays include Rothko on the American painter, and a translation of Hermann Sudermann’s The Storm Komrade Sokrates. He has also published a number of essays and book reviews.