Beyond. In lightless, soundless space,
The night is infinite and void,
Except for possibility.
Beginning has eluded us,
And left us staring up at stars,
Debating questions—“How,” then “Why?”
Such musings perpendicular
To better lines of questioning—
The greatest mystery, “What?”
We ask ourselves, “What is? What isn’t?”
Within the shadow womb, a flare,
Explosion piercing nothingness,
Emergent substance, color. Light.
Cascades of energy expand,
Traversing space in lightning waves
To bathe our stars and drown wide eyes.
Our eyes reflect a swirling glow,
The gleam of distant nebulas,
A radiance celestial,
Bright clouds of stardust on a canvas.
Unkind to thus bestow on us
This infant universe, when we
So little comprehend the first.
Saturday, January 1st 2022
