If I understand Einstein
correctly, and I don't,
my whereabouts are, strictly
speaking, unknown.
No one is the center of the
universe, but anywhere can be.
Therefore everyone's coordinates are
contingent, just a song at twilight.
Don't worry: If I say I'll be
somewhere at a certain time,
I'll be then there—unforeseen
whereabouts notwithstanding.
That you know where to find
me, and I you, exemplifies relative
dependability, a feature of our companionship—
love's old sweet Newtonian song.
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