Michelson
and
Morley
had a need to know
to twist, bend
to explain
this thing
we cannot hold,
taste
or
own.
This thing
once thought
to penetrate
the essence of the aether.
Is it real,
substantial in quantity
or
just a figment
of an overwrought
imagination?
To see is to believe.
9-23-1975
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem