A collision of influences gave birth to this poem: a biography of physicist David Bohm that had unexpectedly deep effects on me, and New Orleans continuing to sing to me after my return. Sometimes it felt like the city was a lover, to inspire the creative response it did.
May Contain Multitudes
The disintegration of duality happens when you’re
Looking at something else entirely, the collapse of a
Gaudy rogue wavefront not into quanta, but into
Infinite bits of glitter on wet pavement after the
Passing of the parade — diversity, exuberant in the
Rain that’s been falling since three in the afternoon
And will go on falling until just after dawn.
(photo: stock photo)