Friday, April 9, 2021

AT LEAST EVERYONE IS LOST TOGETHER

The choice is—are there 
lots of things 
you'll never understand?

Or is there just the one 
ocean, whose surface is 
continuous? 

Perhaps every person 
you've passed 
is a beacon 

on a boat's mast 
whose port your 
imagination couldn't guess;

maybe every last 
star you can see 

is only there to deepen 
and unify your sense

of the space in-between's 
unknowableness.