Dreams of Reality
by Danae Wilkin

Are you and I the same angle,
meeting at the mirror,
the sunbeam and reflection’s light equal,
the connection and separation,
a yin and yang
inexorably spinning together,
different and the same,
Archimedes and China’s legacy?

Or is it only a matter of time
before we fly apart?

What can love do when all fires fade,
thermodynamics proving so,
when all accelerates
apart from everything else?

Might it all explode,
burn out and grow cold,
as Pluto is frozen,
an orphan once
part of our solar system?

Are we scientific facts,
no control over anything,
our fate sealed at birth?

Or are we part of
a multitude of choices, interactions,
cycling an unlimited number of universes,
some where we are already dead,
many where we live on,
and still more where we were never born,
or born on a different planet,
or even immortal?
Maybe a processor in space, bodiless,
visiting each universe, each galaxy,
each star and planet?

So many things that cannot be grasped
in one timeline so we crave the unknown
to be known now.

We reach out and hit walls,
our electrons preventing us
from thresholding through
and yet can be rearranged
to find electron holes,
precisely aligned with objects.
Will we one day pass through,
or have we already
in the other universes?

I believe all the dreams
we have of freedom
from laws we know,
like invisibility and flying,
connect us to those universes,
show us what may be
beyond this one.

Perhaps dreams are the times
when we are truly awake
and meet together
with our other selves,
and people strange to us,
but whose faces seem familiar,
as if we belong there as much as here.

Such a quandary,
the more we ask and know,
there are still more questions,
enigmas that keep us going,
the quest for meaning and reality.

Thus I wonder, no I think
love is infinite as the universes.

On and on we fly
On and on existing.


Photo credit:  Ken Crawford, ImagingDeepsky.com