Bishop Berkeley had it backwards
When he talked of treefall.
The quantum world needs privacy
To realize possibilities.
Peek and it freezes.
We are unwelcome voyeurs
Not creators.
It is we, not the tree, that cease to be
When there’s no-one about in the quad
Try 'Timeless', 'No Waiting', 'Bumpy History', 'Cave', and 'Delight' from the same collection known as 'Songs Of Relativity', all posted on PoemHunter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh and especially 'Surf's Up' another peek and it freezes poem