Microcosms
 

 

In the aftermath of a shower
As I stepped out onto the floor,
I saw ahead of me a swirling space –

At eye level, about the size of my palm,
Was a cluster of steam particles suspended in silvered shadow,
Caught in the sunlight breaking through from the window behind.

Each particle was a golden sphere,
And they were the stars, and galaxies,
Dancing in a timeless blue-black soup.

I stared,
And was in the silence,
Lost.

 

  
     

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