Multiverse. That’s the latest craze,
where there exists, anything, and everything.
Infinite possibilities, that’s what they say.
A universe where we’re not the dominant species,
a universe where we all have feet for hands,
and hands for ears, and chickens drive taxis.
Maybe that’s silly, but even more impossible,
is a world where you aren’t my mother.
Chance? I can’t see how– in the bigness of the universe,
and humanity’s overall insignificance,
how anyone else could have made me the way I am.
So, the only conclusion: maybe there does exist multiple
universes, and infinite possibilities, I will give them that,
but, at least I know that in every possibility, you will always be,