(A poem I wrote a while back published by Poetry Kit, UK)
On the morning of 14 Sept there was a slight wiggle in the arms of the twin Laser Interferometer Gravitational-Wave Observatory Detectors.
It was the day the kindly Evangelicals warned us:
you were in the kitchen but didn’t notice the minisculeripple
in your mug of coffee. I was driving to work when the SAT-NAV
brieflystuttered sending me dangerously close to a catastrophic event horizon.
A black cat crossed the road and blipped strangely in and out of existence.
Most people however, didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary:
brown eggs boiled, CDs played and twelve-sided coins were freshly minted
ahead of their release into the wideruniverse.
“It is impossible to make a forgery.” The most beautiful thought
the Royal Mint had ever had. I had an existential crisis the day after
when a black hole suddenly appeared in my bedroom. At least
that’s what I thought it was until I realised it was merely an unspecified amount
of darkenergy leaking out of a radiator thermostat. Now, I’m getting used to
living my life backwards. I’m looking forward to being born again.