Though quantum physics may object
i regard you as more
than a tiny burst of light
dashing across my persistent memory.
From the smallest edges of the universe
i would, in fact, like to believe
that you and i are connected
(and always have been
and always will be)
but it’s not because
you’re quanta
and it’s not because
time is relative.
To be a mere fact of life
woven into Indra’s web with you
would be enough for my ego
but i cannot accept
a scientific theory
which reduces you
to a vibrating string
enmeshed in the same matrix
that includes everything else
(which, i’m told
only appears
to be matter).
Since i’ve met you
i’ve known
that You were set apart–
of something more
than the particles
the rest of us are made of.