Known Discoveries

Quantum physics

some queer science

It says some thing

can be two things

at once

In two places

at once

Entangled

Here

and there

Not a problem

 

Stranger yet

when this thing moves

its lover particle

located in another universe

or in the room next door

moves

against its will

or with it

doesn't matter

 

Like all discoveries

this has always been true

just recently known

Frankly, it explains so much

In the quantum universe

the one you

and I

may choose to believe in

this poem 

is also being written

by a hand 

of mine

it ends

the same

and different

with you

absent

and present

 

Liberty

I helped make that place

I disgraced that place

I see it empty

and I lay waste

its taste

is lost in mine

I unwrap your spine

in the light

I forget

what time

was mine

 

St Thomas

Had his first miracle
sneaking bread
under his cape
a sly night mission
to the poor
caught
opened
roses
fell out
or so they say.

No Exit

I am eleven doors
all empty
to the same chamber
everyone lingers
fingers
conversation
turns to nothing
but you

Vostok, draft sketch

There is a lake
under miles of dark ice
warmed below by an anxious earth
It hasn't seen a sun
for fifteen million years
What will it think
when spring arrives
and a hole from above
leaks our wonder
into its privacy
alone never again

Covered

I would go to the smallest places with you
tiny, before they get big
we'd hide in their crevices and
wait out
the rain of our lives

Poems about other people

I’ll write about the same people

in different places

the places of people

I have wandered to

Truth told

I have not worn home

for ages

An afternoon alone

tastes just fine

until a single word

ruptures through

broken news

of other people

in other places