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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem