He peels an azure rind
sure to find click-clack gears clocking
tin-men's timid-toed steps
But these clouds conceal gut
taut strings rain drops plink, teasing out
hours' palsy footed jigs
At We Write Poems, Lawrence Congdon asks us to write an English Haiku (or two), forsaking the traditional 5-7-5 syllabic count for an even-metered 6-8-6. I've put together my pair as two stanzas built around an idea expressed by Jonah Lehrer in his article Breaking Things Down to Particles Blinds Scientists to Big Picture (from the May issue of Wired): "We live in a universe not of clocks but of clouds."