Cosmos

We are finite beings in an infinite space; We are thrown in at the start, Pushed into the unknowable depth Of the darkest waters, without warning. Sometimes we take pause, Allow ourselves to admire The things created for us, Things we created for ourselves. The ineffable beauty of the cosmos Can be found in the melody Of your favourite song Swirling on repeat through your mind. It can be found in the laughter of friends Bound by the trauma of ageing together, Getting older and cackling In the face of the inevitable. Sometimes it is shared in a gaze Between lovers, when pupils, thoughts And lips collide in mutual admiration Of each other’s spiritual and corporeal form. Other times we mark it in ceremonies; Graduating with that desired 2:1 And £60,00 in governmental debt, The world more open than ever before, Or the ritual of shrouding in black, Sending those we love In Charon’s graceful embrace as dust, Back to where we came from. We clock in to our allocated slot, Repeat tasks of beautiful mundanity, Surround ourselves with little treasures, And at the end of it all, clock out, To be set free amongst the stars.