For just one day
I want to look at everything
from the opposite side,
the back or the bottom only.
The coffee cup from which
I have sipped a thousand cappuccinos
has initials and I now want
to know who shaped it,
how they did the glaze
and what they saw in its pattern.
So many things will tell me
where they are from, even
those who would hide that
where they hoped I would not look.
And like Schrodinger’s cat
when I look at my water glass
only from the bottom the glass
is full and the glass is empty
and will remain so until
I look again from above
sealing the fate of the cat.