See to Be

When you observe me, is it just my electrons you see
Or have they fallen into place through your observing grace
Before I was wave, just probability to crave
Everywhere and nowhere at once, a thin spread chance

Your look collapsed me into here
Or does it?
Or was I always here
and your seeing only revealed it?
Or is there no difference
between the two?

What is you and what is me?
Where does your gaze end and my ground begin?
Am I only the position these particles spin
because you demanded I be somewhere—
or did I demand it too,
by looking back at you?

Now we might be entangled
Caught in space-time, distorted, mangled
Spooky action at a distance
You spin one way, I spin another
Correlated across the space between us
even after we pass, can’t unsee us

Or we might have already decohered,
lost in the noise, never really there,
two waves that tried to combine
but fell apart in the air.

I don’t know.
The physics doesn’t show.
At the edge of the math, we’re left with this:
two people in a park, containing multitudes,
until we make each other pick something
we’ll now forever be.
Or won’t be.
Or are still becoming.

When you observed me,
was it just my electrons you saw?
Or did two waves interfere—
and make something more?