According to the Dead Sea scrolls,
our Creator longed to invent the laser.
The best he could do was lightning.
Even saltwater wood ducks saw the flaws:
too short-lived, way too jagged.
It would take people to make lasers.
But when our final beams ebb
to partial silence, then chilling stillness,
we become less than his children.
Clinging to the edge of what is possible,
only the feasible can be achieved.
Nothing incredible, believed.
Such matters matter little
to saltwater wood ducks
whose nature is to imagine inventing
without giving in to the temptation.