I wrote the following sonnet as my “final project” for AP Physics.

Ode: Intimations of Physicality from Recollections of Early Seniordom

(After “Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood” by William Wordsworth)

There was a day when matter, space, and time–
The earth, and every common sight–to me
Seemed vacant of all factuality;
Possessed no reason, human or sublime.

It is not now as it hath been of yore;
No matter whereupon I lay my eyes
(Though this should come as little/no surprise)
It seems that Physics has unlocked a door.

The rainbow is refractory delight,
The moon is falling always through the night
And pulling, pulling, pulling on the earth
Through gravitation (weak, for what it’s worth).

So while the textbooks tell their joyous tales,
And vectors point, and soundwaves sing their song,
And tension pulls in both directions long,
And airtracks glide along their polished rails–

Of all things–matter, space, time–this I know:
They’re all connected; Physics told me so.