Space
Outside,
outer space pauses
to be visible to naked eyes.
Most dress hurriedly
clothing their eyes
for fear of being seen.
Inside,
an inner space
expands at the speed of God,
as we, at breakfast,
chat about this
and maybe even that.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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