Quantum physics tells us- a butterfly
flapping wings in Beijing today just might
birth a hurricane in San Juan next July.
Imagine, when I quiver at your sight,
I send lighting flashes over Oahu
and watch lithe young surfers bolt for cover.
I’ve never been to Hawaii, but I do
want to take you to Venice, discover
gilded churches and Lido sands, where ships
bearing spices from Byzantium once sailed.
At night we can stroll past gondola slips,
halos from street lamps in misted air, veiled.
We’d marvel, when I reach for your hand, at
the ripple of joy that lights up Manhattan.