Ode to Einstein

Underneath the fabric of spacetime
two wholes came to be one,
leaving wrinkles and ripples. 
I have waited a billion years
to hear her breathe.I listened at other times
for signs of a cat in the box.

Strands of struggle

 As I stood up to leave

frayed threads of delicate weave,

caught in the hands of time

hurled me across decades

to places I had been before.

Only now, it seemed like a chore.

Only now, smeared in sepia,

like the coffee stained receipts

left behind in empty seats,

I drifted aimlessly in the draft.

If only, strands could be untangled,

clocks unwound and reset

I would! I would forget

what it is like to be forgotten.