Ask any quantum physicist —

Light looks like waves

. . . Or particles.

But which or both?

            Particles in waves,

            Waves of particles,

Standing waves,

Particles waving?

What is said is just words at a loss,

Limited by our limits.

From somewhere outside,

From the cause of all this,

Light whispers:

“It matters not what I am,

What matter most is that I am.

            From the very beginning . . .

Not like anything else —

A mystery

Spoken into existence,

Called into being . . .

Like you. “