Everywhere, now, I see
reaching–
the maple branches
under summer’s half
-done sun, the sun’s
rays themselves,
every airy exhalation,
the personified breeze,
all momentous acts,
or acts of momentum–
of course this isn’t what
Heisenberg meant
when he wrote
about uncertainty
but I could be
anywhere,
I wouldn’t care,
the principle stands–
I know where
I am going, now,
if not just how
to get there
OPTIONAL POETRY 
This poem is a beautiful reminder of summer for me, thank you! It’s currently the middle of winter in Aus, so this is a much needed bit of inspiration! Great work!
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Thank you for stopping by! 🙂
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“the personified breeze”…that’s amazing.
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Thank you, Shellie!
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i love it:-)
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Thank you!
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