I don't know the present others by name.
We don't quite speak that way.
But spoken words don't differentiate what another life means.
They are to me, as me.
Wonder, wonder the light,
as it pulls all of us with might. A wonder, wonder, this pull gravitational.
wonder if maybe one might be able to magnify such wondrous wonders,
multiplied in uncountable numbers.
Sunday, March 31, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life,simplicity,wonder