Appropriate participation involves not just reading poetry, but trying a hand at composition as well. And what better venue than on a global refrigerator? The half-life of a poem on the refrigerator is fairly short. Magnets have a tendency to drift away if you spend too much time ruminating; it’s probably better to aim for a haiku than a sonnet. I’ve made my contribution (buried somewhere in the image below). I was severely hampered, as the word “quantum” is nowhere to be found. Not even a “black”? How’s a physicist supposed to work under such conditions? Someone should make a version with a larger vocabulary.