Halfway towards the edge of tomorrow,
I doubled back to grab my keys.
A profound urge deep in the boughs of my church
rattled the birds out of my gut.
“According to the Greeks,” Roland Barthes once said,
“trees are alphabets.”
I re-read Jeff Kimble tell Scientific American
the biggest misconception about teleportation —
“that the object itself is being sent.”
I looked up at my alphabet to watch Kimble climb —
first down from the language, then then tree, and then the ladder
punching a hole in the ceiling of time —
marveling for a moment at seeing the chain whole.