I look up at the stars,
Contemplate the thought
Of what I’m seeing,
And find I cannot grasp
The reality of that
Any more than I can grasp
What’s inside my fragile body.
Neither macrocosm
Nor microcosm
Makes sense to tender minds
Like mine or most –
To think I am a part
Of more than I can know
And more than I can know
Is part of me.
©8/26/2016 John I. Blair
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