On a crispy February morning,
the Carmel’s trees glittered and the dew glistened,
the sun lurked diffidently
and the air was fresh and could be touched.
On this morning, I met Kierkegaard for our walk
I suggested we sit and talk
about the clouds, the distant steam and the stream of thoughts that followed
but he did not accept
he said walking is better and the movement of the breeze is better
so we walked up the stony path,
trees very tall and solemn
he asked
“when i look at the flower
i admire it or i don’t
i hate or i don’t
is there another possibility that i see not?”
at first, how can a flower not be admirable?
it is of divinity recognizable
but again it not just the flower
it is the river, the sea, the friend, the relationship and the believer
can a thing be and not be?
or is it just two possibilities?
with no medium stretch of infinite possibilities?
Schrodinger’s cat loomed from a far, and it was and wasn’t at the same time
but if it appeared, then it was, how was it not?
the quantum thought took its shape and evolved,
one is one and zero just as much zero is a zero and one”
Kierkegaard thought so deep
features perplexed and not undue
“dear child, all things are possible but when they come to be they are one state of a thing
and you need not a leap of faith to make sure that is the right thing.”
January 2017
AICHA BINT YUSIF 