Quantum Foams
by Tim Kavi
when walking
among the cloudy nebulae
there is a great expanse
to the end I cannot see
yet there is a horizon
ancients saw
the end of the world
sailing off of it
we travel faster than light
but still there is too much
around the curve
I encounter the former me
but what is this?
more than we can ever know
and see
in the tiniest atoms
the I; we cease to be?
marvelous majesty
and mystery
uttering things too
wonderful
like star crossed
destiny
think what you want?
imagine what you see
in the quantum foams
there is every chance
you will discover it
determined by your
choices; yet remaining free
even in the depths
there is plenty of room
at the bottom
particles float
in fixed yet uncertain
orbits; hovering
in suspended clouds
of galactic dust
my hand goes through
the wall
my spirit is in my body
my mind embodied
becomes material
it travels
yet bound by this tent
yearning for release
to travel another day
far and away
down and below
through eternity
finite in infinite
soupy Creator's sea
the wonders are too
great for me
and when the Sirens
announce land is drawing
close; I will open
my sailor's eye
but cannot trust what
I hear and see
for if there is only the port
of this existence
I am left to ponder
and have many things
left by faith to believe
so I keep searching
walking from within
and without
quantum foams
swirling all about.
