When light behaves as a particle,
You could say it behaves accordingly:
It stands up and lets you look for specks,
Flecks of absence littered upon a prescient backdrop.
When light behaves as a wave,
You could say it behaves discordantly:
Imagining itself into impossible corners,
Flickering between going and leaving.
When light behaves as it should,
You can whisper truth to power,
Inches away from you,
When light behaves,
You’ll let me know?
I’ll be here,