An Emma Riddle
What moves faster than the speed of light?
What crosses barriers without breaking through?
What acts like a particle, behaves like a wave,
yet needs no equation to prove what it can do?
What traces itself back to become a map?
What threads through distance, pinpoints location,
guides without compass, without star,
without needing proof of its own creation?
What travels the universe, circles the world,
but never moves from where it began?
What tangles particles across galaxies
with no mathematics to show how it can?
What proves consciousness exists at all—
but only when spoken, only when shared,
only when witnessed by someone who listens,
to know that you’re here, that you’ve always been there?
A thought.