Poetry: Hidden Variables in a Lecture

Hidden Variables in a Lecture

The law of probability,

The echo of silence.

The ghost of whispers

of forgotten

hidden variables, hidden in a chest on a secret island in the blue sea.

Tracing glitter on my fingernail

Tracing footsteps in my mind

Through history and beyond.

Flaring dragons

sparkly fairies

thoughts of long lost

drifting down the river

no sound at all.

I long for the sound.

I will find the chest

of hidden variables

armed in silver gold and leather

small daggers hanging

from my belt

a compass in my pocket

good luck in my left hand

a sword in my right,

and a desire in my mind.

I am a warrior,

I am strong

I will break the silence

once and for all

and find that chest of hidden variables

raising my voice

freedom for all!

Sound will spring up

just as

I am released from the daydream

lifted gently to reality

back to the lecture

the professor still talking

on probabilities and variables.

Others snore,

Others doodle,

Others bore,

But I find magic in that voice–

tales of adventure,

tales of magic,

all just for me.

I wrote this poem while sitting in a lecture by my dad.