How Am I?

How am I?

Do you really want to know?

I’m

surviving periodically,

now & then maybe,

odd Tuesdays & Thursdays.

This is a Friday

so, it’s up for grabs.

In other words,

I’m not.

I don’t exist.

I’m just a figment of your imagination.

Good grief!

Do you have a lousy imagination!

Seriously,

this is all the better you can do?

Want me to prove it?

I can, if you’ve got a few minutes.

It’s a simple matter

of solid matter being mostly empty space

made up of itty-bitty particles

so small they can be shot through

600 miles of solid lead

without hitting a thing!

(Those’d be quarks.)

Combine that with

our never-ending quest

to find out what

those itty-bitties are made of

mixed in with a little bit

of basic calculus

(that’d be limits of functions),

there ‘tain’t nothin’ there.

Or here, for that matter!

Now you have the answer

for the next time

your dad asks if

there’s anything

between your ears.

In other words,

Fair to partly cloudy,

expecting thundershowers

by mid-afternoon.

In other words sometimes,

I am.

Other times,

I'm not.

But usually it's,

I may survive a few more minutes.

Or not.

In other words,

Oh, haven’t you heard?

I died three months ago.

This is just inertia.

Now,

aren’chya glad

ya asked?

[to be spoken as rapid fire but clearly as possible.]