(*This is the first in a series of poems I am working on about quantum physics.)


When we break the iron and turn away

From the cave’s shadowed end

We realize the sunlight is too much.


For we have witnessed the bars

Of our inherent prison;

We fidget,


Fishing in the broken fantasy

Of physicality.


When we ask all the questions at once

The Universe, callous and ambivalent,

Realizes we are too much.


Where am I?

Where am I going?

How elegantly are we

Left in the dark.


How wise, not to fumble

For the contours of a ghost.