Galaxy


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






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