scenes from my domestic bohemia

quantum theory

a search for a unified theory & time crumpled into a paper ball
come to a sudden stop when on a very cold & clear night
with the sky punched thru with stars
& the moon shifts like a broken thumbnail of light
nicholas & i are walking home from the store
my arms loaded with shopping
nicholas walking so slowly
i ask for him to pick it up a little
quicken his pace
that's when he looked at me & asked
if i slow down enough
i might move into the past