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