Perfectly Happy

Deconstructed the terrible intimidating
bulwark as dark blue paper keeps the
sun out, I'm not really awake, dreaming
about every moment of reality being the
centre of a flower from which the petals
radiate each being a different version of
reality and every line cast forever - to be
visited at our ease whenever we please

Feeling the heat of excitement rising in
me each time I think about Johnny and
his friends jumping from one timeline to
another, in one Wobbler was never born
and to change back to where they came
from, they have to fix the mistakes of the
past, this dream of unlimited opportunity
fills me with happiness, it is as if I see the
end result of such unbounded choice and

I am so glad everything worked out in this
way, a million alternatives might exist, but
I am perfectly happy with this!

"Johnny and the Bomb" - Terry Pratchett

poem by Margaret Alice Second
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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