In the Interim

Voids of uncertainty, or maybe just a hole
Between the impressions and what I know
If I were better at logic, this might make sense
If X then Y
Which is to say, “X will guarantee Y.”
But if not?
God’s intricacies lie in constellations too blurry to make out
If I can own the principles and perhaps some wax and string
But even without, I can feel future scenes: mother, father, child in the back seat

Riddled basins of attraction make it impossible to predict
The path of physical particles
Wait. Just wait.
Caught up and dangling over the sea of confusion, held only by the force of fields.