The world revolves symptomatic of that unseen
that becomes the invisible nemesis of people
on a planet named earth so old the beginning
of which cannot be counted in grains of sand
for there is not an hourglass large enough
to hold all the countless grains needed
to account for all that came before
for all that will come after
to enable mortal beings a bit of knowing
just a small cushion of comfort
telling all that live here
they will always be like
babes in the wood
unable to measure up
to countless millennia
of black holes starless
universes unknown
© January 2021 Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Create As Art
