Dares me to choose
Which stars, which galaxies
Form synchronicities,
Constellate into clusters, lines,
Patterns, networks, meanings.
There is a meteor!
Anything I like.
When everything is absence
Anything can be a presence,
Can serve the void within,
Which is the same void
On the other side, as marionette,
A stand-in,
But that's OK.
It's a hologram anyway.
They wouldn't be there
If I didn't need the stars so much
To show me the way,
Appearing and disappearing as if by will.
And I wouldn't need them at all
If I hadn't already learned what I needed,
If they weren't,
In other words, silent.
Ah how the stream believes
In what it does
When it thinks of its role as
Speaking with stones
And serving the moss, until
It is the ocean
And the world is not quite
large enough.
