Contrary Telescope
Time can be counted in milliseconds
Pay attention
To the cracks in the pavement
Where the sand grains no longer held their cement
The proverbial elephant
Resides in a matchbox of contented intent
And measure by micrometers
The distance of hairs
As a tiny mote floats into a sea of stars
Still wondering where the hell you are
Within the fluidity of atomic constructs
Or thought
To reach beyond all eternal
With the tweezers of a contrary telescope
So lost in the tiny vastness
The insignificance evaluated by the little presumptuous
Internal sees with a tunnel focus
Discerns the explanatory pores through its magnifying glass
Do not count the blades of grass
Or imagine a beach to be anything more
Everything else inconsequential
Outside the front door
The prodigal elephant
Struggles inside the matchbox of its purpose
While an entire universe contained within a single cell
Remembers how to construct a flower
And each breath is a hurricane
Between the footprints of forever
Time can be measured in dreams
In all those forgotten hours
Of sleeping
Where the grains of thought no longer held, to their cement
And wander upon the waters of one
The unified electrical fields of creation
With all the names it has born
Still waiting for the sleepers to awaken
The elephant inside a matchbox
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2011
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