Yay for David

My own feeble attempt at this assignment is below, on the topic of "an hour^*:"

Go on, I insist. Take a slice
of time an hour long, as wide
as the universe. Look thrice
(at least twice) from the side.

This tangled web of noodle is
a school of fish, this single
strand a spoil poodle with
his mistress on a walk to mingle.

That straightest line of all?
An apple, unready yet to fall.

^*I have discovered that the basic image of this poem (i.e. looking at a block of time as a solid thing through which objects trace paths) is not as clear as I might have hoped to people who are not physics nerds. If you're curious you might want to look at Flatland, Edwin A. Abbott's classic in the small genre of literature concerned with non-standard numbers of dimensions, or there is a demonstration of the idea over here, or alternatively just think of the blobs coming out of people's chests in Donnie Darko.