the atom waits, patiently he knows no haste has no grand plan but when it comes to waste he is THE proverbial man we claim to know his magic and his math though when watching his show he often takes a capricious path dividing and multiplying when only asked to add grounding us when flying replacing haughtily happy with soberly sad
we no longer hide under desks in schools* or worry about bombs being dropped apocalyptically but we would be even bigger fools if we expected him to behave any less cryptically
we are still on the beach staring at the place from whence we all came anguished that Eden is not within reach but can the tiny atom shoulder all the blame?
The title is an allusion to the 1957 apocalyptic novel, On the Beach, by Nevil Shute. *** Younger readers may not know that those of us went to school in the 1950s and 1960s had bomb drills--we would hide under our desks or go to the school basement if it had one--there was a substantial fear of nuclear holocaust.