perhaps th’ other side
of the world
or th’ universe
or another time
or a looking glass
from unseen eyes
curious of us
at our sadness
about what was so much more
in its youth
about our wonderment
at its aging gracefully
by Nature’s witching wand
a caravan
of seemingly diverse chatter
but spellbinding
to our sanity
with wondrous reverie
yet what of microcopics
and their microscopics?
a universe in a drop
of Nothingness
Beginning and End
found in empty baskets
on Time’s doorstep—
a trial of credence
let cast
an eye
an ear
and savor
their spiritual touch
their wonder
and know why we are
