space is
the final frontier
between
the atoms
inside us and
the thoughts
in our mind
vast at one end
and vast
at the other
our perception
is the waistline
where everything
feels small
though we routinely
belt staggering bigness
in dead leather
and so tightening
staunching awareness
of unfathomable extent
to satisfy our zeal
and unmitigated
hunger for absolute
nucleic rule
individuality
is not a prison
but an entirety
of perfection
that revolves
in spite of
our illusions
vastly spacious
devoid of capture
maintaining order
with exactitude
and appropriate
atomic spacing
we are a universe
expanding
orderly and chaotic
crammed into a
suitcase within a
suitcase hurtling
through darkness
completely
illuminated
packed with
precision
and summarily
set spinning
like a bright top
on a smooth surface
moving randomly
within reason
life is an interval
of such gladness
driven to the brink
of elemental wonder
why not enjoy the ride…
Lucy Meskill
