They say the brain is
Blind – relying on input
From your lying eyes.
I had to hold up the sky today.
My back hurt, but it was my turn.
It has to be.
Someone to watch the people.
One to spin the Earth.
One to nuture the plants.
Another to watch the animals.
The seas are stirred by that one.
Over there, the one who dreams.
This dream – makes everything work.
What? You think all this ran by itself?
I approve of quantum entanglement.
Yet, another aspect wants a considering:
Just because two souls were once united
And thus, one always alive in the other mind
Doesn’t mean that either gives a rat’s ass
About the other, give or take a quantum damn.
I have this occasional vision of god:
A woman of a certain age,
With a large feather boa
Of a changeable color (to suit the mood).
Kindly but benignly imperious.
Solid, certain, seeing all but
Rather above it all, naturally.
(Someone else carries the cash and cards)
She hears your prayers but moves steadily along
Hearing more and, if a chorus,
She waves her gloved hand and you die,
Or the world changes. Maybe it’s better.
Understand, what this woman doesn’t know is not worth
Knowing, it’s merely heat emitted by a flaring torch.
Not the real event, just a byproduct.
Men may manipulate the heat, but the light moves ahead.
There’s a memory locked there in consciousness
(Whiz bang electro-chemical marching band)
of age 16. Summer. I squat by the road
In front of step-dad’s store. In the flow.
(I could do it better then. I miss that.)
I direct my mind <print>Remember here.
Remember and answer me. Am I okay there?</print>
(The line’s one way, but, spookily, two.
One’s me, the other is a short to ground.
A truly twisted pair.)
But, peace, young thing. You have not brightly shown,
But the light is here, and steady.