Quantum Thinking Poem by david e golledge

Chaotic dance of electrons,
this noisy walk to work.
Traffic, people,
particles and gravity.

Birds describe perfect
parabolas in clear
blue skies, the white
of infinity in the
geometric high rise.

These endless potentialities,
perpetual probabilities.
Every movement,
every blink, every footstep
on hard pavement,
creating the real

me
and my thoughts,
electromagnetic pulses
flowing directionless through time.

So much solid matter,
so many immense spaces of terrible,
terrible nothingness.