Free Range Poetry

Poems are being born all the time: Poems coming and going At subway stations, train platforms Bus depots and airports Poems colliding in mid-air; Poems arriving with the daily mail. Poems raining down with cupid's arrows Poems clinging to atomic fields and Quantum double-slit experiments Poems congregating in waiting rooms Poems promulgating the latest trend Poems expounding on the newest fashions. But the only poems you ever get to see Are the ones captured and pressed into service Between book bindings- they have to do all the work And get little credit for it Once they were just floating little bubbles Orbiting somebody's brain: free range poems. Then they were tricked and trapped into service Now they run the entire planet Soon there will be poem-powered everything There will always be doubters, but as sure as There will be hydrogen and water powered cars There will be poem generators and poetry power plants- All running on bubbles from your brain. If merely looking at quantum particles changes their motion Or alters their position, the sky is the limit That's the new universe- powered by bubbles of thought It's only a matter of time; Where d'ya think all this came from, in the first place?