My Two Alberts

The Alberts—not  Schweitzer or Einstein

But my two Alberts—lived up to the names

Of their illustrious namesakes just fine.

Not participating in American games— 

All of which involved solitary balls—

They preferred instead to play hide-and-seek

With truth—children ignoring their mothers’ calls,

Waiting for the mystery of night to speak. 

Into the heart of darkness they schlepped,

Time’s troubadours who had lost their way—

Time’s insomniacs, they only slept—

And that figuratively—during the day. 

But before retiring, they saw the light:

Relatively, night was day, day was night.

                                  Robert Forrey, 2012

Einstein: General Theory of Tic Tac Toe

Einstein pondering the problem

His personal life was in shambles.

His marriage was a mess.

“My mind, instead of racing, rambles,”

He wrote his Yiddish mistress.

He was hitting the laughing gas hard.

He wasn’t sleeping much either.

Inhaling N₂O  by  the yard

Was his idea of a breather.

He was being such a dumb cluck.

He was being such a schmo.

His mistress told him, “Such a schmuck!

Tic Tac Toe? What’s to know?”

Standing at the blackboard, he pondered

The covariant X’s and O’s.

When his mind wandered, he wondered

What, if anything, a schmuck knows.

But stubbornness was his dominant trait—

His sense of destiny his  mission.

He was willing to stand and wait,

To be faithful to his vision.

“Eureka!” he exclaimed one night.

It was better  than sex.

When he finally saw  the light,

It was N₂O =X+X+X.

                        Robert Forrey, 2010