We May Exist in Many Worlds But Experience Only One
 
 
this one, this one life which gives us a glimpse
of what might be possible—the nakedness, the sea, 
the shadows, the odd flashes of possibility
like broken glass flexing in the asphalt 
trying to say No, this one, this one shinning life!
 
and another piece shouting No, no, this other one!
And perhaps the broken glass has been fired more times 
than we know.  Every blur may map what we don’t evidence.
Cold, crying, shaking, and smiles in a range of emotions, 
a moon in its own orbit, nighttime and daytime
 
and infancy—light just beginning.  
 
 
 
 
Melva Sue Priddy