In this Reality
it was a foggy day,
with misty droplets
shimmering... luminous
in the morning air.
My beagle pondered
entanglement theory
as we listened,
enchanted,
to the infinite
names of Truth
sighing through the pines.
Other Realities pulsed,
just beyond sight:
an ambulance screams
across a cove so tranquil
that the sole loon is embarrassed
by his laugh.
...and a small blue-green bubble
floated,
invisible,
through a cosmos too vast
to be called
god.