Distant Worlds Very Close Poem by Jayl Morris

Distant Worlds Very Close



As I lay in a crib, it was,
a thousand years ago
The window open wide with
the curtains moving silently
in the afternoon breeze
The sun shooting it's
shafts of light across
the room and highlighting
partly the small dresser
and partly the floor,
neither of which ever
expected to be highlighted,
I saw slowly descending
the tiniest of specks
of which I knew not what
they were.
And, I imagined they were
small spaceships with
whole worlds within them
and the people were just like us
except for their scale
and that if they knew
I was looking at them
and wondering about
their lives, that
they maybe could love me
because I'm just like them on
just a tiny speck of dust
falling through a
random ray of light
at this point
in ceaseless
time.



6-20-2015

Saturday, June 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: child,destiny,dream,wonder
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
from a particularly vivid memory of waking from an afternoon nap in Independence, Missouri. I must of been three or four at the time.
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