We Turn Our Faces Skyward

Poem

Photo by Artemis Faul on Unsplash

We turn our faces skyward
just try and plumb its depths
the night sky is an endless sea
all that mystery above

Try to contemplate the endless depth
you can hear the sewing machines running
imagine the vast volume of unending
ever-expanding, the cosmic quilt rolls on

Celestine bodies are sewn together
endless mysteries piled on endless more
all the night sky is a bunched up cloth
there’s magic tucked between the folds

Mystery upon mystery sings from the void
the night sky is an endless sea
studying the smallest glimpse
we turn our faces skyward