Ordered chaos
Flurry of growth
Fluid
Thick
Wherever opportunity
Permits
And often
Where it seems not
No small finite creature I
Of sight and hands
Of heart and mind and spirit
If it comes down to the question
Is my living owed a purpose
I answer, oh so surely
I live to live
To love and give
My existence is, quite simply, these
No thing
No one
No place
No moment
No emotion
No insight
Is ever the same
One moment
To the next
But moments such as this
Fuel my imagination
And stoke my passion
For contemplation
A car parks beside mine
Released from its confines
A small boy, about five
Runs over to stand beside me
For a moment surveying our domain
I am naught but wire
Wrapping a steel skeleton
On top of which rests
A pattern of thoughts
Not because I am so small
But because existence
Is very, very big
So I remind myself
I am not in the world
I am not of the world
I am the world
And it is me
In a tiny dot
Of twinkling light
A hundred billion stars reside
The moon slides by
Smiling at me
Full and proud
Chest puffed out
A tiny ball of dust and rock
A time before anything lived
And the closest thing to life
Were molecules
Which looked like
The kinda things
You built life with
We learn to speak
In ways elegant
And ignorant
We grow old
Or we don’t
But all of us
We die
Pix to Words 