Thursday, October 27, 2011

Not Here


I am here, and I am not here.
I exist in this familiar human form,
but what am I?

According to the current theories,
I am mostly empty space.
I am quivering strings of energy.
I am the sum of countless strands
of potential converted into existence.

But how does that explain
this awareness I have
of my own hands,
this taste of saliva in my mouth?

How does this vibrating horde
cavort into me?

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...

Cheshire the Halloween Cat

Why’d you climb that tree
Wild like a banshee

Delirious maroon
Against a harvest moon

Your smile is enigmatic
Your fur unfurls ecstatic

But you are not an owl
No matter how you howl

So if you hiss at me
I’ll knock you off that tree

[Disposable Poem October 28, 2011]
Dr. Mike