Interlinked

Two lovers interlinked.

(Love couple painting / In the Arms - by Iryna Oliinyk - 2010. Amazing Ukrainian artist)

Interlinked

Totally alone I once theorised
that if I was to cross
the road an infinite number of times,
each time with an equal chance
of life or death,
there would be infinite versions of either.

Averaged out,
the mean of me
would be neither,
alive nor dead.
As if we never met.

And after calculating this
I still wouldn’t know
why I crossed the road.
To reach the other side?
Or for the journey,
as some propose.

If you added the infinite
instances of my death
to the infinite instances of my survival,
the sum would exceed either alone.
So infinity can contain infinities.
And I thought I knew then,
but knowledge cannot
constrain experience.

The room was still
when we woke this morning.
I turned to you,
your smile yawning,
and suddenly knew.
I could search all of time
and never find a pair of eyes
that hold mine like yours do.

Brown when you smile.
Green when you cry.
Like seaweed in the Irish tide.
Mine, an icy shade of blue.

I could share your gaze forever
and never need or ask for why.
Your arms around my waist
are more replete than the infinite.

Perhaps that is why the symbol
resembles two lovers interlinked.

♾️
(Or Schrödinger’s sonnet)