But why, but how?

 

Einstein reads the letter

torn and stained with blood

received from the German front line.

A black hole in the beautiful fabric

of the universe he has woven.

He thinks to himself:

But why, but how?

She stands outside the funeral

of those killed in the 16th Street Baptist Church bombing

dressed in her white maid uniform

left arm across her waist

right hand gently touching her lower lip

blank eyes staring off into nothing ask:

But why, but how?

The young man sits on the hospital bed

a terminal judgment delivered.

by doctor with expressionless face,

in monotone voice that says,

"Go home and prepare."

The young voice pleads:

But why, but how?

Way up on the mountain,

in a tree succumbing

to bark beetle blight,

in a high branch,

sits a bird that sings:

But why, but how?

Time Travel

 We are all travelers in time

Einstein proved that time was relative

to the observer

which is me.

Einstein united space and time

my world-line stretched

by the pull of gravity

but only the moment is real.

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow

the flow is mindfulness. 

Breath in, breath out.

Step into street,

secret truck strikes.

Uncertainty Principle

 It is impossible for us to comprehend

two conjugate variables simultaneously.

According to the quantum theory,

the thing we know with certainty.

In the brightness of the daylight sky

the night stars are hidden from view.

The lie repeated to accepting ears

until  the truth is lost forever.

 

If I hold onto your love with certainty,

will death remain hidden in dreams?

In search of Kerouac

 How it really happens, no one knows.

The quantum collapse, and a choice is made.

A random outcome from a distribution

 No one really knows how it works.

 

 Is it any different in our minds

when a choice must be made?

 We weigh the possibilities 

 consider the outcomes, 

 the consequences.

 In the end we choose,

without really knowing why,

or where we are going,

or where we will end up.

She walked out onto the road

and stuck out her thumb

in search of Kerouac.

She dared me, forced me to choose,

to follow down the road, or not.

And so we went together,

and the road was longer

then either of us could imagine.