Writing from the stemistry lab
The upturned bowl
by Barbara Gordon
What’s underneath, perhaps living things that cannot get out, but are they best left where they are?
Someone may come and break the bowl and whatever will escape from it?
Will we wish we had never found out?
What colour is the bowl?
Is it large or small?
Who owns the bowl?
Or does it belong to no one at all?
How did it get there?
Does anyone care?