Standing behind myself with cold detachment
Coolness flowing off ice
Dampness from water gone
Galaxy bigger than you, bigger than me
Smaller than a mind.
Infinite space in the palm of my hand.
See the stars twinkle, space wrinkle
A small game of chance
Played for time and space
I’m at the heart of the game
I watch from far away, detached
Pretending not to play
Guarding man, day by day…
©2009 Carl Watts www.carlwattsartist.com