! ! The Secret Of The Universe Poem by Michael Shepherd

I put the teacup down,
looked up from my book;

and whatever calls the eye
then called to me:

a cobalt blue glass jar
in front of a Chinese yellow vase

that seemed to hold between them
the secret of the universe..

the mind whispered, that’s just not true..
it couldn’t be that simple..

I dared to look again: now
it did not matter whether it were
the secret of the universe or not… for

it was enough. It is enough.

and there, perhaps,
and that, perhaps...