Quantum
Physics (extracts)
I have flown through 20
pages of blue in an airplane
to write my name on the window
with wet fingers:
the transparency
of glass
on glass
waiting to be articulated.
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Alighting, I shiver
from the lightness of a sky’s foreign touch.
The opening
of a door is this unnoticed;
and irrevocable: Wellingtons and a hat,
wet footsteps on carpet, my shadow
heaving from the weight
of water.
My mother screams to my father.
Her mouth a window
broken by a thrown stone.
Years after, her ability to have travelled
will still take her by surprise.