Page 10 - flying stones
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being Wright
you must know what Bernoulli knew -
Bernoulli who, with mathematical gifts,
drew from thin air the lift through wind
on wing to levitation – otherwise,
you should have died from the sheer weight
of medical benediction, awaiting your time
to expire when predicted so many years ago.
instead you float as a bright star
draped in a black tux onto the stage
for us to recognize your life’s work -
your robes concealing your frail
resistance to tumors creeping through.
surely Bernoulli would have been
so honored too, just before the orchestra
played its cue for him to end
his “thank you” and depart,
leaving us to question the probable
“how” and “why”
in our uncertain heart of hearts.
sometimes it’s better not to be right
but just to believe: even stones can fly.
