Alone in the Age of Quantum Uncertainty
all verbs out-heaven death
—Katy Didden
It is such a tenderness
this disassembling.
I’d come here
intent on dying
but was shown what it’s like
for believers
when their gods call to them
through the gloom.
I had despaired with my children
about the future,
about hope, about their own children—
as the arc of the moral universe
bends backwards under the weight
of monstrous stones.
Thus, here I am, alone, ready
to be crushed—when I am undone
and then put back together
by the wind and dunes and shore,
told again that there is no better world
than this and no worse,
that the ocean waves are never finished
with their work and that the sky
repaints itself in shades of black and gray
and this improbable blue
every minute of every hour
of every unlikely day.
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Dick Westheimer lives in rural southwest Ohio with his wife and writing companion, Debbie. He is winner of the 2023 Joy Harjo Poetry Prize and a Rattle Poetry Prize. His poems have appeared in ONLY POEMS, Whale Road Review, Rattle, Abandon Journal, ONE ART and Vox Populi. His chapbook, A Sword in Both Hands, Poems Responding to Russia’s War on Ukraine, was published by Sheila-Na-Gig.
More at www.dickwestheimer.com

Love this poem. Such wisdom condensed to a handful of lines.
” when I am undone / and then put back together”–thank you for this beautiful, life-affirming poem
Spectacular. Thank you.
Deeply moving,one of your best verse for me.
So many quietly stunning lines that take my breath away!