All that is
Converges on a single point
Where all that is known and imaginable
Exists in the experience and imagination
Of a single sentience

Earth alone
Is home to billions of such convergences
Leading to this gesture of humility:
How can I know this convergence of mine
Is the best of billions

Or even any good at all

All I know
Of the billions of others
Is at best learned conjecture
Even with the most intimate knowledge
Thus am I both creator and interpreter