Moments of insignificance and immensity

Hinterland Sunset, Yarumba, Queensland, Australia
It was in a moment like this one
About 20 years before
The air, it seemed on fire
Engulfing the West End towers
Their glass and steel alight
As if caught in amber
An atmosphere of amber

A moment like this one
When I first awakened
To my connection
To everything

I could see the particles of dust
In the air, refracting the setting sun
Particles, made up of molecules, made up of atoms
Photons, uncountable photons
Streaming from a massive star
Fissioning and fusing matter
Creating uncountable photons
Travelling millions of miles
To strike a particle
Hanging in a pregnant sky
Reflecting and refracting
Until they find my eye

Other photons
Travelling into space
Leaving my solar system
Leaving my local cluster of stars
Some bigger than my sun
Some smaller

Photons leaving my galaxy
As they’ve been leaving for billions of years
Travelling for billions of light years
Into the farthest reaches of existence

And I wonder
How far beyond the light of my star
Does existence reach

I pull the photons back
Across space
Across time
Back to my infinitesimally small world
Back into my infinitesimally small eye
To be rendered as an amber sky
In a small place
On a small planet
Circling around a remarkably average star
In a pretty yet unremarkable galaxy

I am a speck
On a speck
Circling a speck
Swirling about in a speck

An insignificant speck

A speck which observes itself
Which reaches out with a speck of consciousness
Into immensity
And in that moment
In a way which cannot be explained
Or invoked
With words
That speck becomes the immensity

And for a moment
Everything makes sense



Soon enough
The sense is lost

But the moment

The moment
Is always

And sometimes


As it was
Some 20 years later
In an odd little place
Of no small beauty
Called Yarumba

Hinterland Sunset
Queensland, Australia

Taken during travels, 2009

April is National Poetry Month and I am participating in the National Poetry Writing Month challenge (NaPoWriMo) — 30 poems in 30 days. Although, I’ve gotten a bit ahead — this is, I think, poem #44. =)

All the poetry I write for National Poetry Writing Month can be found tagged as #NaPoWriMo.