You Wait

That waves should ever collapse,
That points should ever cohere—
That’s the strange part—not the waves,

Not the superpositions,
Not even entanglements.
Don’t forget that the first step

Into the quantum weirdness,
The step that earned it the name,
Was the discovery light

Had points, measurable points,
Something discrete about it.
We think maybe you are points,

Emerging from collapsing
In your own ways, the quanta
Of meaning, quanta of change,

Which is the one dimension,
The shaper of every wave
In which you, possibly, wait.