Chechaouén, Northern Morocco –
“La medina in blue” by Michele Small
My Friend the Physicist
LK
a ghost came to my doorstep
asking for some advice. He bent
down to stroke the cat that wove
between our legs and told me how
his body had rejected his attempts
to leave this place, to follow the geese
south six feet under the snow.
dazed, I comforted him in the only way
I remembered how—lining his pockets
with the type of kindness that never learned
how to lick wounds closed or let sleeping
dogs lie. The cat laughed as I closed the door,
said that Schrodinger never needed a box
or a bomb to observe a being suspended
in the uncertainty of whether or not to go on.