Come As You Are

Space the universal medium, in which everything grows Where it comes from, is postulation, nobody really knows Bursting with cosmic energy, has no interaction with light A fabric interwoven with time, where stars shine so bright One thing we can be sure of, within space we live our life Which in turn compels me to deduce, the void came alive I’m not saying it’s god, too big of a step, not ready to take Yet I cannot stop musing, sometimes keep myself awake Creation starts at the infinitesimal, tiny mysterious quarks Which in turn make up neutrons, giving atoms their sparks Clumping together to become molecules, gases and solids Forming shapes in the ether, coalesced nebulae remodels We’re made of stardust, supernova remnants, I do believe Making us part of a cosmic balance, perhaps reality’s seeds Our roots forged in space, allegedly made of nothing at all An invisible garden is replenished, when ultimately we fall. But enough of the science, we only scratch about the surface This poem is about space, trying to explain its very purpose Well I do have my own theory, about everything on the whole I believe space is a living entity, holding portals to our souls We where not given any choice, just simply born, it had to be Part of an eternal extant life form, some call god or holy trinity This universe has come to life, through sentience from sparks And looking skyward I ponder, is it us, underpinning the quarks. Musings on space Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker 11/01/2021