Free Range Poetry Poem by Patti Masterman

Poems are being born all the time:
Poems coming and going
At subway stations, train platforms
Bus depots and airports
Poems colliding in mid-air;
Poems arriving with the daily mail.

Poems raining down with cupid's arrows
Poems clinging to atomic fields and
Quantum double-slit experiments
Poems congregating in waiting rooms
Poems promulgating the latest trend
Poems expounding on the newest fashions.

But the only poems you ever get to see
Are the ones captured and pressed into service
Between book bindings- they have to do all the work
And get little credit for it
Once they were just floating little bubbles
Orbiting somebody's brain: free range poems.

Then they were tricked and trapped into service
Now they run the entire planet
Soon there will be poem-powered everything
There will always be doubters, but as sure as
There will be hydrogen and water powered cars
There will be poem generators and poetry power plants-
All running on bubbles from your brain.

If merely looking at quantum particles changes their motion
Or alters their position, the sky is the limit
That's the new universe- powered by bubbles of thought
It's only a matter of time;
Where d'ya think all this came from, in the first place?