July 26

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Everywhere, now, I see
reaching–

the maple branches
under summer’s half

-done sun, the sun’s
rays themselves,

every airy exhalation,
the personified breeze,

all momentous acts,
or acts of momentum–

of course this isn’t what
Heisenberg meant

when he wrote
about uncertainty

but I could be
anywhere,

I wouldn’t care,
the principle stands–

I know where
I am going, now,

if not just how
to get there

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6 Comments

  1. This poem is a beautiful reminder of summer for me, thank you! It’s currently the middle of winter in Aus, so this is a much needed bit of inspiration! Great work!

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