Could there ever be
a singular idea
that peers securely from behind
two or more sets of eyes—at one time?
Is it "like" something
to be one wisp, one arbitrary gleaming
velocity arrow—in a silverwhite cloud
of arctic herring?
Do the stars
have inner lives?
I wonder—those silent nuclear processes
going on inside them
just seem so much bigger
and more
difficult than ours.
