Here is a poem in response to the “Scientists take the first ever photograph of light as both a wave and a particle” prompt. It began as a haiku but then kept growing, though I tried to stick to the 5-7-5 rule for each stanza. It was fun.
To photograph light
as both wave and particle
is to steal the soul
of morning. Coffee
cold as you cup light in both
hands, like a flower
plucked from the round earth,
captured, consumed, eaten for
its beauty, until
at last it is ours
until there are no more stars
to hold up the sky
dis•articulations 2015 