Yet,

I digress again

And again

On the

Surface of this infinite ocean of thought

A blue whale’s

Breech

Upon distant oceans of lost

And found

Time

Shimmering symbols

Dancing with the moon

Dancing with each other

Just Spinning tops on a glass table

Spinning tops dancing across time

Stories woven of quantum threads

Just tiny delicate stories

Woven upon silver threads

Of mystery

Made so real

When I

Reach out

And

Find

Your warm hand

In mine