CONTEMPLATING THE HIGGS BOSON

I contemplate the Higgs boson

and its lifespan of a wink in

the totality of the universe

I am, in some unexplainable manner,

linked to it, as it is linked to me,

like ancestors across the millennia,

a singular shard of genetic material

stretching to infinity

Yet as I read about its newly discovered identity,

I think: What does it matter to me?

What bearing does it have on my existence?

Will it help me win the lottery or live to be 100?

Or have a threesome with Scarlet Johanssen and Jennifer Aniston?

Are we all simultaneously suffused and trapped

by the dark energy of the Higgs Field?

Random particles pinging about

like unpaired electrons in an accelerator,

unseen, untouched, while being measured and catalogued

I fear I may be mere theorem and conjecture,

waiting, like the Higgs boson, for a random event

to verify my existence, no matter how ephemeral;

then I think:

Does a Higgs boson contemplate me?