What is it?
This quantum foam?
These roiling waves of probability
That freeze to points when watched?
“Atoms are not things”, they say,
But fictitious proxy waves.
Tiny membranes of energy
Vibrating in the imaginary spaces
Of invisible curled dimensions.
Everywhere at once until we look.
Entangled in the Big Bang.
Simultaneous, free of time.
A Zen sphere of reflecting drops.
Moon in one. Moon in all.
No waiting.
What is it?

Just a potato!
Just a star!
Just a universe!
Just one of infinite possibilities!
Let it be!

Stewart McKenzie

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/timesong-04-no-waiting/