Molecules are small, and atoms are smaller,
yet they are made of even smaller particles.
As we ponder these objects, there is great uncertainty.
We can know the position of an electron,
but we can’t know it’s speed at the same time.
We can know the speed of an electron,
but we can’t know it’s position at the same time.
Electrons jump from position to position,
and they give off photons, which we can see.
It is because of photons that we can see.
But are those photons particles or waves?
And why can’t we see both at the same time?
This is the problem when we get small,
that nothing is completely definite, only probable.
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This poem was written in response to the prompt to write about something small at Poetic Asides.