The physics of creation

The physics of creation. While I sit here waiting to go home. Unlikely to return any time soon. Should we build a shed in the yard? Not while winter lingers. Let’s go inside and see what the kids are cooking. Vegetables dance on the kitchen table, whirling around. I am my family, younger, stronger. My boots are worn down to the bone. My feet are planted in the tree pot in the hallway. Mix me some magic as you walk past. Ask me what my name is and I’ll tell you. All told, we made the whole thing up. We took each other to town and bought ourselves Christmas gifts. My arms arc out in the entryway. You’ll have to pass through me to get in or out.