wandering quantum land cat

we are all
schrödinger's cats
waiting for the box to open

howling in the dark
screaming into the ambiguity
of our existence

yearning for and dreading
the certainty of what we are

waiting for someone to free us
from the prison
of endless possibilities

someone who lifts

the lid above us
and lets the blue floodlight
of the moon fall upon us

to grant us

the mercy of knowing
if we are alive or dead