In Silico

Ann Michael


Low light, pale blue
rectangle in the dim room

 

hunched over his big ideas
as yet writ small: beginnings

 

from quadrants, pixel-point
vector-graph evolving

 

from a boolean ontology,
tricking the human eye

 

third dimension, volume,
texture wrapping, construct

 

the real. Ovum a tiny cell
germinated through idea

 

electron and light until
skepticism’s suspended

 

on a screen. Who trusts
eyes any longer? Trust

 

to neurons, as if the brain
were fooled less easily 

 

than the eye. Screen light:
he pulls strings, sets traps

 

something of nothing. Halo
behind him. Hands busy

 

mind engaged, the hard
work of invention: Genesis.                                                                

 


Ann E. Michael coordinates the writing center at DeSales University in Center Valley, PA. Her poems are collected in her book Water-Rites and in four chapbooks. She blogs about poetry, the environment, and philosophy at www.annemichael.wordpress.com