Quantum Physics of Worry

You’d create worries out of dust mites

or pocket lint if God didn’t provide them.

Each breath awaits the inhaling of problems
that fill your frantic air with the energy

of the distraught.  Sisyphus had an easy time

with only a single task—the damned rock

upon an equally damned hill. That’s Hades—

this is earth, bound by the multiplier effect

of quantum physics and universal parallels

of an infinite number of worries that spin

threads through neurons of your brain

until all creation floods the synapse

with hopeless trials of control. Dark matter

doesn’t care.  Why strain the effort

when the mites and lint trust God?