One among million, billion, trillion
Let's call it countless
One among the countless
From a place where numbers mean nothing
Mocking me at the moment
Concealed by this morning
and the blinding sunrise/ sunshine
Still in the same place
that it was last night
and the night before
and many nights prior uncounted
It has been traveling
long way from home
beyond the arches of galactic debris
To meet me
on this autumn morning
otherwise like any
As I sit and wait
looking for inspiration to scribe
without, within and around me
Something worth the journey
the twinkle between the twigs
of the acacia overlooking my study
has undertaken
to be here, with me
Lighting, grammar
Shades, rhymes
choice of words
length of verses
and a touch of absurd/ oddity
just enough to make this
a moment in the history of time
without making light or space of it
so what if the star from whence it started
is long dead.
Obituaries are rather
easy to write.
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