Melissa Fiffer
Theories of Relativity and Yesterdays
This old one was new only yesterday
if yesterdays were years.
I’ve filled you up and yet I haven’t said nearly enough
Imagine if all our thoughts were on paper
Would those unsung ideas churn marvelous innovations
That we’ll have to wait even longer
More yesterdays
To stumble upon
Simply because we were too lazy
Or too uncertain
To write them down?
Where’s your crunch?
How does the ground change when you step on it?
How do you move?
Is poetry always written
By those whose pedals/petals glide effortlessly over all kinds of terrain?
Do you believe in unicorns? And why cant they have two or three corns?
A standard of imagination. Can you think outside the box
But still be thinking inside of a larger box?
Or a sphere?
Or a 2d plane that crosscuts the inside of the box,
With only one level of understanding easily attainable?
How many dimensional lines and angles
Connect you to the culture you grew up in?
Hold the energy in a bubble, a splash
Without letting it get away
Before it leaves its mark
On you.
Wipe it off if you decide that you don’t like it
After all.
Color me a scene in the deepest purples
Show me where I can trace
The untraceable squiggles
And find your passion too
In the same way that you feel it.
If you can get there in a nanosecond
Neurotransmitted leap
Is it worth
Dragging my feet
Across kilometers of yesterday
To a planet that I may never reach?
And is arrival the same as understanding?
How many times have you set foot in a new place
And forgotten to put the other foot down?
What amount of feet is a good distance
Away from your home?
Are you ever crushed by a room
Til it alters your physical and mental space?
Where are your walls?
I can pull them down slowly and gently
And at what rate will they refortify themselves?