the universe moves at its inexorable pace
not a star out of place.
it’s rumoured, among the rings of andromeda
that galaxy not too far
there may be a trillion stars
hanging around,
yet, there too does abound
that sureness of everything
ubiquitous, utter superlunary sync
lightyears and lightyears of order
in orbit, on track, en masse,
each dust and every drifting particle
star in star out, nebula whirling
dark matter, black hole, gravity
of many magnitudes
nothing eludes
the mystical primordial rhythm
no schism
never out of turn or breath
i watch the play without death
infinite timeless invincible
rolling and turning and being
going on, unquestioning
an entire awfully unimaginably
big gigantic and beyond thing
mars, venus, moons, uranus
neptune, jupiter, named
and unnamed millions of galaxies and
their many things
such wondrous falling into place
of an entire space
yet in me, in that unfathomable within
perceived by exactly which senses who knows
a turbulent, trenchant, unyielding chaos
erupting, assaulting, splintering,
expanding beyond the universe
….
i wonder if the universe ever wants a little
bit of that which is me
2 Comments
rhea sinha
June 15, 2015 at 3:47 amverry niice Indi di.. how minuscule are we in this vast galaxy, but are we insignificant as well, who knows?
By the way, it might be a cliche, but I am starting to believe that this turbulence within is going to be part of life through which poetry and writings come. There won’t be respite except to write more.
indrani robbins
June 15, 2015 at 7:09 amthanks, rhea… yeah this turbulence and lack of cohesion will end in poetry and creation, something the big whirlers out there never can do or even think of doing. not easy being the only ones with a will free or otherwise in this universe, and the ones with such complex minds. suddenly occurred to me as i watched the order without and the madness within that no matter what our size and longevity, we are not insignificant at all though at one level we all are.