Vast universe,
though I am small
and cannot hope to know it all

- the birth of worlds,
old galaxies,
unnumbered stars -

I trace your beauty
through the trees,

over mountains
into night,

as we unite
within this light

between the black holes
of our eyes

- so close
we rarely realize,

beyond this earth,
this moon, this sun,

that we are not apart
but one.

Correspondence © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: December 5, 2020