Cosmic Speculations Poem by Etienne Charilaou

A flickering in the corner of my eye:
A twirling, wind-buffeted shadow of a small dry leaf
Caught in a strand of a spider's old webbing.

I, a willing prisoner indoor
Where the air is arguably staler.
Beyond this cramped, dust-laden space
In my mind's eye I see more:
The universe tremendous - colder;
Speckled infinitely with star islands,
And Worlds innumerable…and life?
And intelligence? Like us; not like us?