The NaPoWriMo prompt today asked for a poem that emphasizes the power of “if,” while the Poetic Asides prompt suggested making “After” the first word of the poem’s title. After some thought, this is what came out. Not sure if it works, but why not try?
After the mind-bending movie
If time travel is possible, should I go forward or backwards?
If this is a simulation, who started it?
If there are multiple universes, how many have coffee?
If everything that’s ever been or will be is happening now, where did I set my keys?
If space is intrinsically expansive, why did my jean size go up again?
If there are many versions of me, are all of them allergic to nuts?
If time is an illusion, why am I always late?
If there are infinite possibilities, why do I always chose you?