Heisenberg's Uncertainty

Must we go through the pain to summit the next hill? 

Or is it a mirage dangling us over

position and momentum,

forever twisting and transforming anything we thought we knew? 

Progress is ephemeral and curved

as much towards the past as any future.

We skate back and forth along its steeps.

Some of us do tricks, spinning and flexing off an invisible crest and

we all fall into the trough at the end.

These hills and fuzzy waves have bamboozled us.

Is there a meaning past the haze.?

The meaning is never there. It is right here.

Focusing

on the present

as if it were a conveyor belt of objects passing around us, each a delicacy,

be it the grey clouds on a February day or the teenager bounding into the car after taking a driving lesson.

We pick and look and smile.

We pick and look and grimace.

We pick and look and wonder.

We pick and look and make the links to what we know about ourselves and what we know about others.

We feel,

from the synopses in our heads to the renewers muscles that bind us together to the spikes in feelings,

one way or another.