hearing a familiar Knock
opens Time her Door
to the Cry of an Infant
waddl’d in a Basket of comely Dark Matter

She grins at the newborn Cosmos
just One from Many
bestow’d by the fortuitous Passions
of drifting Astral Clusters

further enhancing Speculation
by intellectual Neutrinos
on forever Yesterdays
on forever Tomorrows
on” Why?”
Today