Little Done

in physics, material arises
from an energetic potential and
not the other way around

but me, I just lie here
beguiled by the fluttering
portents of hope, my mind

affixed like a wax seal
to the docket of these sly days
where much is doing, little done

the rest, unsettled, like an
almost melody when the tones
leak out of all the fickle things