Meta-Meeting between the Sky, Outer Space, and an Inner Place
1.
The diamond sky! – Of doubtful dye,
though blue, white, silver and gray like any
diamond we could make, find, dream or buy.
It glistens, too, and undeniably –
since we can breathe it
and almost eat it
– is at least as valuable.
2.
And beyond, less comprest
carbon-black like coal:
space goes for miles, millennia, light-years
and wants only a planet, particle, or soul
to begin its spin and endless swirls
around, compressing – as girls want boys
and boys, girls –
forevers into moments,
boys and girls to babies
3.
while here near the center are you and I
hovering, leaning, do-si-doing,
landing now and then,
any of which
we call at times
poetry.