Friday, August 26, 2011

My past is left behind in old film stock



I leave to the various futures (not to all) my garden of forking paths.
  - Ts’ui Pên, "The Garden of Forking Paths" by Jorge Luis Borges


My past is left behind in old film stock
whose frames were worn and scratched — the reels were thrown
away to decompose. The instant now
is all that I possess, as quantum paths
are summed and futures hold my next rote lines.
With Schrödinger's lab cat asleep, I split
into all possibilities. But when
I dare to look — I know not when — I think,
Would it be me or other-me that writes
the next blank verse that futures will record?




placed in the imaginary garden with real toads, for a Jorge Luis Borges birthday prompt