Down the Rabbit Hole

Quantum Physics

I am standing facing the sun.

Behind me you are

spinning on one foot,

standing on your head,

doing one-handed cartwheels,

declaring your love whilst

singing the National Anthem

in Maori.

I turn and you are standing

smiling, one arm extended,

beckoning me to join you.

Behind us birds are singing

the Hallelujah Chorus

as they hover over

blossoming lotus flowers.

White Tara gazes benevolently

and Jesus rises again.

We turn and a cicada

flees in self-defense,

migrating from warm concrete

to the safety of a nearby Puka tree.

Why, when all the dots became

waves and you saw and chose

did that choice become me

when you have always had such

a thing for Helen Hunt?

Perhaps if I were a quantum physicist

I would be waking up each morning

in the Bahamas, and drinking orange juice

over breakfast with Brad Pitt.

Image courtesy of Electric Sheep.

Inspiration courtesy of What the Bleep: Down the Rabbit Hole