The queen waves her prim gloved hand,

From beneath her pink hat, veiled face,

The crowd responds with ripples

Of patriotic pride and class resentment.

In the desert, the camel is blurred

By waves of heat among the dunes

As far as the eye can see.

In the laboratory the laser,

With synchronized waves of light

Burns steel like butter.

Businesses boom and bust

While children play hide and seek.

Sailboats negotiate the swells,

Scurry down one wave to face another going up.

The boy skips a rock across the glassy pond

And watches the circles expand

Like concentric crop circles

Written from above.

Light in the lover’s eyes bathes

Her in cascades of holy beauty.

And the self, at the center of it all

Looks out, about an ocean of Mozartian joy

While the world precipitates and dissolves

In weightless rhythms of being.