Exhilaration

There’s a rush to the universe,

felt at thoughtful times.

It's the residual exhilaration of the first

blinks of creation hinted at

in the throes of our passions.

 

There’s motion in the universe,

seen on windy days by the sea.

The fleeting freedom of

wild chemicals, released and caught,

giving change the space to be.

 

There’s an awe to the universe,

found in things big and small.

In the balancing of coercions,

the blending of dreams with horizons,

that fixes everything in time.