Fraction, A Poem

September 9, 2010

Here is a very short poem I wrote some years back to ask how little we know of the whole electromagnetic field in which we live.


By Bob Sterry

A photographer stands
Shutter cable in hand.
An image is beating
On his camera door
Not demanding entrance
Light, energy is indifferent
But continually present
And changing.
He thinks he saw something
His machine can capture
On a thin reactive pellicule.
But chemistry only keeps
A part of the whole
Pulsing available spectrum,
And the image emerging
Later in a darkened room
Is, of course,
A fraction.


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