The Apple Falls

The apple falls; but particle or wave? To grasp and taste might seem the way to tell, Yet Heisenberg gives us a warning grave: We’d just obscure where or how fast it fell; And, harder news, to watch also does that. We who can’t touch, nor see, must speculate. Thus it partakes, with Erwin’s ’perilled cat, Of plural, mixed, or undetermined state. In many worlds, perhaps all needs are met, One apple falls to all our waiting hands; But in this world, the much more likely bet Is falling once. We wait for where it lands. At last it hits upon diffraction’s cause — But what comes through the grate is merely sauce.