Quantum Physics and Other Trivia

You say you love me.
You love football, as well;

curries – a pint with your mates,
and the way grass smells
after rain.

And so, you sit...glasses
on the end of your nose,
using a fork as a pointer

having a stab at Einstein,
God, and the Tories –
demolishing
my puff-pastry meat pie
with every jab.

In the meantime, I
will be somersaulting
over molehills
in a whisper of a gown...

making daisy-chains
from buttercups

awash in the sea
of your half-baked theories,
and when you happen
to look for me...

having concluded,
quantum mechanics
is bunkum

you’ll find me gone...

even if you choose
to believe I’m still here...
a bit like the moon...
even when you can’t see it

because,
sometimes,
stuff
just
happens.