The truth is we don’t know

what you are or how you do

what you do—fill the space

behind the light, be everything

we don’t see and can’t help

but feel. Bright minds seek

to unmask your mass, contain

your essence within elaborate

calculations like a pet canary.

But the universe is no gilded cage

and human genius is no match

for a force greater than gravity.

 

I am content with your mystery, to know

you are (everywhere, always, around)—me.

 

~Pamela L. Taylor © 2013