According to scientists the world's made of string

A poem about our place in the universe

In this playful poem, I poke fun at the fact that no matter how sophisticated our scientific understanding of the universe becomes, we all live life on a rather more parochial scale.

String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me

A poem by Wayne Visser

According to scientists
The world’s made of string
That buzzes and fuzzes
Or some such strange thing

It’s also a donut
That curls round a hole
With middles and riddles
Just like a fish bowl

And there’s no mistaking
It’s more than 3-D
With twenty or plenty
Dimensions unseen

Still others insist
It’s really a bubble
That’s popping and bopping
Through the lenses of Hubble

Or is it just a big boom bang
That speeds to its goal
Of whirling and swirling
Into a black hole

My view is different:
The whole galaxy
Is milky and silky
And spins around me!

Source

From String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems

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