QUANTUM SURFING
The ladder leans against the wave,
And climbing up I take my stance,
With arms outstretched in Warrior Two,
Awaiting there my happy chance
To intersect the quantum nave.
I blink along the tipping points
And hold my breath with gasping claw
Though swimming wobble skips askew
Past catalogues of canon law
Where stepping in a voice anoints.
And careful not a think astray
Or look with duty on the scene
I touch the brandished moment new,
Regard the time as non-routine
And leap to catch the curling spray.
D. Edgar Lamp
www.TheDailyPoem.org #24
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Sunday, November 7, 2010
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