I don’t know what to think about the multiverse theory. In some ways I like the idea, because it reminds me that I’m living in an unfathomably mysterious universe where just about everything that happens is without my awareness, say-so or understanding. On the other hand, there does seem to be something unspeakably special about this world. We would be tremendously excited if we discovered the fossil of a bacterium on Mars, but this world is teeming with life. The average hedgerow here in Cornwall is a chock-full of it even in Winter. It’s early Spring now and I’m waiting for the blackbirds to start singing again. They will have something to say about it, I’m sure.
Multiverses
Perhaps all those
imagined other worlds
where blackbirds
have no song
or one blunt verse
their golden beaks
turned to lead
alchemise
unlikely odds against
such startling novelty
in just one bird
in just one tree
of just one world.
All day long and half
the summer night
this world is floating on
his endless
variations
that rest
upon the songs
of other blackbirds
deeper in the town
just blackbirds
just their songs
just blackbirds
all the way down.