Object of Study
On a Tuesday afternoon I am
Beamed out of my lecture
And find myself in the clouds
(Not within a few seconds, nor
miles away from where my professor speaks.
This thing transcends time and space, yet,
‘transcends’ falsely implies travel.)
God and I walk through a long tunnel
He asks me in a friendly tone how things are, etc.
At the end of it waits my mother
She looks upon my life,
The output of my work, my modern opinions,
my cynical sense of humour
And approves of it without conviction.
God nods, too, puzzled and in thought.
Over my head flies a bird whom I greet
He stares back at me in surprise
I have travelled many universes
of understanding away from him.
-Leamington Spa, January 2006