The Trident Sighs

Someone, many someones work
Hard on making equations
Other someones can work with.

Other someones might see some
And say, hey, I know that one.
That equation’s for a wave.

Think of waves as equations.
No matter how wild, they will
Always balance at zero.

The difference between them
That makes them equate equals
Zero, is zero. Nothing.

They’re shifty, though, equations.
Nature abhors the zero,
Sneak thief hiding everywhere.

And so the waves are never
Perfect, never perfectly
Equated, never the same

As their perfect equations,
Which means someone or many
Someones must keep measuring.

The measurements make oceans
Of equations collapsing
And reforming as someones

Measuring more equations,
But the zero keeps hiding,
Nothing wavering something.