Age

My world now 
is lensed through a few 
walled and windowed rooms
and a garden held within
a high fence through which
I take in views of the universe.

Galaxies turn in the swirling
motion caught in the gravity
inside a coffee cup
and further out, way past
the edges of a table,
ancient constellations flicker
still fuelled by embers
left by the fires of creation.

I see the boundary 
of all that I know ripple
and diminish to a still,
stop at a point past which
my feeble instruments cannot go
and confront an infinity
that lies beyond
and plummets inward
towards the very centre
of myself.

ageolduniversefree verse

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