Sparkle; I’m a speck of dust
Floating in the air,
Glittering in the afternoon sun
Shining through the window.
It’s remarkable;
how we are so many,
Uncountable
As grains of sand or dust,
Blown about
By the winds of time and change,
For change we must.
Particle;
I am merely a quasi-particle,
One of so many “I”s;
A link in a chain in time--
Can I hold the entirety
Of interlinking chains of reality
In my mind?
I am too small to see it all;
I am not a bird- I have no wings
To fly far above for a better view
But still I reach for my narrow telescope
To peer into
What I can see
Of the mystery
Of the universe;
Into all the dust clouds
And all the suns
And all the galaxies;
Into every one.