OPTIONAL POETRY

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