The Alchemy of Balance
Karl Constantine FOLKES 1935 (Portland)
I took an ice block from a fridge,
and felt its hardness at its ridge.
The warm air mingling with the cold,
transformed that ice block and its mold.
After a while the ice began to flow;
now turned, alas, into a liquid glow.
Placed in a pan upon the fire,
that liquid glow I could admire;
to see before my very eyes,
some magic bubbles suddenly rise.
First one, then two —and many many more…
In time no longer could I keep their score.
Those bubbles made sweet song and dance…
Around in circles did they skip and prance…
faster and faster like a Mad Hatter’s race.
The sight was lovely to embrace.
What glee it placed upon my face.
‘Til lo and behold I could not find a trace,
of what was once a vibrant stream;
converted now to mystical steam.
My pen became Aladdin’s Golden Lamp,
transporting steam, invisible but damp.
From spouted pan it rose into ethereal air;
to some place higher, Oh I know not where.
A clue it left behind near me,
as evidence that I could see.
Some specks of dew upon the ground,
moistened the earth in droplets round.
With fire, water, air and earth,
that ice block, dying, found new birth.
I must declare it does appear,
from what I’ve seen throughout the sphere:
“Balance is the alchemy
that keeps the universe perpetually;
About this poem
Written in a way that is child-friendly and supportive of children’s natural curiosity, this poem describes how the four classical elements of fire, water, air, and earth historically became the cornerstone of philosophy, science and medicine that endured for two thousand years before modern science improved upon the classical theory of elements through the investigation Pandora study of atomic theories and research to support the material basis of the physical world.
Written on January 23, 1995
Submitted by karlcfolkes on September 16, 2021
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