As I was surfing the Internet, I was struck by the opening line of Ronna Bloom’s poem “Cicadas” in the current issue of Queen’s Quarterly (Vol. 130, No. 2, Summer 2023). “The cicadas opened a place in the sky and I fell through.”

How wonderful when a poem can toss our imagination upside down, prompting me to ponder. If reality can pull itself inside out, is it the point of intersection between micro and macro, black hole and expanded universe, and poetry the embodiment in words of this enigma?