Back arched, hair erect
as the leaning tower of Pisa,
Callie glares at the Rubik’s Cube.
In the vast recesses of her mind,
which extends beyond human awareness of space and time,
she has solved it easily,
visualized every move
conjured a similar puzzle in 4, 5, even 7 dimensions.
But she has
no way to manipulate
the physical cube.
Callie has poetry in her
more intricate, more passionate
than Shakespeare
stories to tell, worlds to unfold
but no means to express it.
All she can do is
meow.
With fierce swiftness,
Callie
pounces.
The Rubik’s Cube
is indifferent.
Ethan Goffman - Montgomery, Al