A Square Inch
...and infinitude in it.
Tonight I know I’ve found
the right moment in space and time,
the right silence,
bustling with life.
I start with this inch
of earth before me
and I never finish.
I want to know
them all by heart.
Above me
this inch holds
the morning star,
light years away
in the right place in time and space.
Below, a little square of
damp
sand,
dry
grass,
dirt,
a worm.
Only a few days ago, the same sky,
a constellation of petals
on the black asphalt.
I know tonight I’ve found
the right moment in space and time.
The worm,
the dirt,
the sand,
my fingertip counting the damp grains
travel light years
propelled into space.
For a second
I become a planet
circling around a sun.
For a second, ingravid,
I soar through space
with the others:
Mars, Mercury, the Moon, Venus
and further away.
I rush back home
before I can get pulled
out of orbit,
out of the right place in time and space,
and I find myself in that inch
of earth,
my fingertip still counting grains,
still collecting dirt.
Tonight I know I’ve found
the right moment.
Space and time come together in this
parking lot
and I walk
from inch to thought,
crossing deserts,
constellations.
* * *
Someone might drive at night
looking for a place to sleep
and end up in this inch of earth:
Tires, rust, chipped white paint.
Tonight he might knows he’s found
the right moment in space and time.
By dawn he’ll find himself
in that parking lot,
his fingertip still counting grains,
counting coffee grinds,
counting threads on a duvet,
wanting to know them
all by heart.
* * *
I move on to another inch
of earth before me,
nevermind that I know
I will never finish.


Keep on a writin !
"Never mind that I know I will never finish."
I'm gonna read this one a few more times.
Nice Clara