The Universe Wears a Tiny Bell
the universe
wears
a tiny bell
jingling with every small motion
as the kettle whistle
sputters loosely
remembering a tune
too faded to formally present
in this era of modern convenience
i should expect a digital manifestation
but the analog steam only whispers away
sizzling as condensation drips
onto the electric stovetop
torn paper
once protector of a single teabag
collapses violently
inside my fist
my eyes
contemplating waste
connect with the universe
staring into me
i cannot look away
opening my fist
the paper falls
the active universe
transforms all meaning
this moment is joy
the waste becomes whimsy
the jingling bell
announces
each successive epiphany
Copyright ©
Ian Be | Year Posted 2016
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