Because of the puerile quality of my work, as you know I have been very
reluctant to participate in any contests. However, Garrison Keillor has
set up among his readers, a competition that I have decided to enter, not
for any hope of winning, but to gain a few more readers of my own. I have
thus tweaked yesterday's submission a bit. So here it is again. Go ahead,
point your finger and have a good laugh at me. I deserve it.
My Romance With A Quantum Particle
First off, I see that though invisible,
how infinitely precious that you are!
Since you cannot be destroyed,
my universe would lack completion
if you were not a part of the colloidal whole.
Indeed, by virtue of selection,
you are priceless.
There is no masquerading "you"
who may present a valid claim
to your existence. We may not entertain
a challenge to your everlasting exclusivity.
You bring me gifts: among them,
admiration. Who else now centers
every thought I have on anything
I cannot see? Who else succeeds
in mustering such power?
A second gift defines a lack
of self-inflationary skill,
but most would have no will
to see that as a negative,
rather as pure modesty
by puffed-up souls like me.
Third, whether energy or no,
you are material--at its most basic
to be sure, but surely
as we understand, the tiniest ingredient
on record, and a representative
of all your brothers, yet unique
in all the ages at this very moment,
for an honor you alone deserve,
yet granting me the privilege
to so discern.
Go, my little one.
Particulate you are, but flawless
in performance, for you stand
as the foundation of reality,
as quietly you navigate the void
that all the rest of us
will never even see or understand.