Our religion is awe
but our practice is flawed,
too busy counting the tasks
before us
to contemplate the quanta
of astonishments we breathe.
To wit: the universe's expansion has been
in action for 13.8 billion years
but that fact is nothing compared to this:
it's not letting up, but getting faster.
And I have known you
this many years.
And my love is
growing, growing
even as time so softly chimes:
you will never catch me.
4 comments:
Perhaps there is no "catch" in love.
I don't think so either.
"Our religion is awe
but our practice is flawed,
too busy counting the tasks
before us
to contemplate the quanta
of astonishments we breathe."
That is such a profound standalone poem in itself.
P.S. Often the chase is more cherished than the prize. :)
Definitely.
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