I watch the world outside my window’s inky netting…
Bedecked with flaxen rays the russet sun is setting
I am safe inside a sea-foam crystal bubble
Surrounded by late autumn’s gold-scale stubble
I walk in labyrinths of three story equations
And explore starlit theorems with velvet patience
I dream of a grand theory uniting all the rest
Longing to see particle models passing every test
Dreams flash inside me outrunning my own shadow
I gaze at cream puff clouds above the linen meadow
I want to know why the sky is sapphire glass
Or why ghostlike particles of light possess no mass
I attack problems with returning vigor
And burn the midnight oil with steadfast rigor
I watch solutions grow beneath my hands
Or call to aid my muse from silver strands
I pace every solution with glowing rapture
Awaiting newly minted opportunities to capture
My deserved prize — an answer to my query
Particle bundles of theories rolled out in glory
The world at large has now become invisible
I notice nothing save what I deem feasible
My solution brings childlike smiles to my face
Loyalty to physics upheld with finished grace
I watch the world outside the polished pane
Evening tumbles dank from drum beat rain
I have succeeded and my prize is won
Enfolded in receding rays of the runaway sun