A world of possibilities, a universe of chance,
Nothing anywhere until you look at it,
Measure it, fix it, glue it to the warping rubber sheet.
Together we build the world around us,
As each builds a private world inside,
Cats springing out of boxes everywhere we look,
Dead cats, living cats, re-boxed as we look away.
Nothing certain, till we click the shutter,
Expose the film, capture the moment and seize the day.
Everywhere creation and annihilation running hand in hand,
Everywhere a seething chaos of new born, re-born matter.
A subatomic maelstrom fanned by the winds of chance,
A billion possibilities resolve to make a fact,
And so I look at you and realise my fate,
Take your hand in mine and fit it into place,
Close my eyes, kiss your brow and let the universe dissolve.

Comments
Silver Spun Sand | November 17, 2009 - 11:00
I like this poem. It gets its message across succintly and eloquently.
Particularly admire these lines:-
"A subatomic maelstrom fanned by the winds of chance,
A billion possibilities resolve to make a fact..."
Tina
Nick.A | November 17, 2009 - 23:45
Thanks Tina I'm really glad you like it. Wooing the ladies with quantum theory was never going to be easy!
Silver Spun Sand | November 17, 2009 - 23:52
;-)