To My Entangled Quark
Shall we sit a moment
To sip our jasmine tea and enjoy
Being in the same room
At the same table
with its flowered tablecloth?
Sun is spilling over both of us
With its hint of warmth,
Unmasking every wrinkle
In a familiar and slightly rude way.
The new day is upon us
Calling frantically
Like the wrens outside
For us to pay closer attention.
There are so many directions
In which we could go
And maybe should
But there is only now
That we have together
Before distance and time
Pull us apart again.
On the eve of yet
Another birthday,
I would rather forsake
An early arrival
At an unknown destination
For the time I have right
Now here with you.
Michele Keane-Moore is an avid birder and photographer who takes her inspiration from the natural world. She teaches biology as an adjunct at Western New England University and tries to get outside every day.
Image courtesy of the author.
