What Isn't Mine Suffices
What Isn't Mine Suffices
Leaves fall. Snow falls.
Both fall beyond my notice
in places I will never know
observed by eyes I will not see.
What I will never know
fills the universe.
I have my fragment of time,
My tiny space, no more.
All else is mystery.
A reverence fills the hollow,
sufficient in its
measureless expanse.
Leaves fall. Snow falls.
Both fall beyond my notice
in places I will never know
observed by eyes I will not see.
What I will never know
fills the universe.
I have my fragment of time,
My tiny space, no more.
All else is mystery.
A reverence fills the hollow,
sufficient in its
measureless expanse.
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Author's Note
This poem first appeared at Connotations Press.
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I like the poem's taking on the things that can't be known, can't be seen, can't be confined by words. A moment, a place beyond words -
"Both fall beyond my notice
in places I will never know
observed by eyes I will not see."
Enjoyed this piece, Gary.
Thank you, Sam.