Existence
Reality doesn't exist until it is observed or measured
……Quantum Theory
When it comes to atoms, language can be used only as in poetry.”
……Niels Bohr
I am not sure if it matters
but there is a solace
in the ritual of finding words
to fit the shapes and shadows
that rise like bubbles in the mind,
to hold them before they burst
and become what's left behind.
It's hard to figure out
and sometimes all you can do
is to hang on for the ride.
This morning was like this,
delicately balanced on a breath.
But it was me who was a bubble
waiting for lips to give me a name,
uncertainty gathered
into a floating ball looking
for a shape to fit, something solid,
a chance for me
to become altogether real.
I felt brittle, about to be timed out,
a fragile thought slowly unraveling
in a waking brain. I was neither
alive nor dead, but a shadow
held in the in-between
until some caring soul
cast a glance and fixed
this fuzzy ball of chance
within a world of reality
where I fell, once more,
mortally into me.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2023
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