Instead, there is quantum foam
particles blinking into existence
only to blink back out
and as someone fallen
from the wagon of Catholicism
this discovered range of energies
feels like embracing reincarnation
proof that your energy, once trapped
beneath layers of living cells
burst free from your withered shell
radiating into new containers
whose measurements are both
imprecise and perfect
your sudden nothingness
actually an infinite possibility.
About the Poem
Since my father’s death, everything seems to lead my mind back to him. While reading this article about how nothingness is impossible, I was actually comforted by the thought that part of him could still be here, his energy transformed into something new.
About the Author
Gabby Gilliam lives in the DC metro area with her husband and son. Her poetry has most recently appeared in One Art, Tofu Ink, The Ekphrastic Review, Pure Slush, Deep Overstock, Vermillion, MacQueen’s Quinterly, and Equinox. You can find her online at gabbygilliam.squarespace.com or on Facebook at www.facebook.com/GabbyGilliamAuthor.