Another future disappears from the future
suspended in superposition
blinking in and out
until the cloud of probabilities
collapses into tea and toast
in the pale morning light
not dawn in Machu Picchu
the silence of seven thousand feet
not standing before David
stunned by perfection
not even pancakes or poached eggs
which I would definitely prefer
to weak tea and dry toast
unlived lives left behind
like filings on the floor
both dead and alive
until we dare to disturb
the dreamed-up cat.


Claire Scott is an award-winning poet who has received multiple Pushcart Prize nominations. Her work has appeared in the Atlanta Review, Bellevue Literary Review, New Ohio Review and Healing Muse among others. Claire is the author of Waiting to be Called and Until I Couldn’t.