Poetry In Motion

I expected space and time, merging in a stream of creation.
Galaxies, giving birth to solar systems.
Black holes, opening onto parallel universes.
Restless atoms, zooming in and out of reality.
I thought I would see the world’s Soul, suspended in bliss.
But eternity didn’t look like any of that.

It was a hairy bumble bee, gracefully caressing the tiny purple flowers in a lavender bush.
A tear, plump and salty, rushing to join the ocean, out of the corner of a baby’s eye.
A cricket in love, playing his part in a majestic choral symphony.
A seahorse, galloping the undercurrents of a tropical sea.
A pearl, white, and full of tiny rainbows.
It was my heart, pulsating gently, rocking my life back and forth.

I picked up eternity,
because it was so pretty,
and now I carry it with me everywhere I go.


Roberta Maria