by Joshua Boulter
orange and greens
each caught by the wind,
change occurs before
my eyes.
set against the backdrop
of majestic and crystal blue,
patterns emerging as if
from a field of infinite life.
my solitary existence in
the vast universe
may lead me at times
to think, “why?”
but then I see those colors of
orange, green, and blue,
and the question evaporates.
there is no answer still,
but only quiet stillness,
not unlike that of the
distant blue sky;
I feel the sky within me,
emerging, growing, threatening
to burst forth into new life,
life that I helped create,
like the life of these words.
they are not mine,
at least not mine alone,
but they have come
from
some place shared,
a place that belongs
to us all,
like the blue sky.
there really is no place to go,
nor one from which to begin,
so I guess we are all
already home.