The Atlantic by Starlight

A Poem by Douglas Caraballo

Photo by Trevor McKinnon on Unsplash

There can be no time
like the present.
For the world is as
it has always been;
Soughing with eternity.
And each one sinks their steps now,
with steps of equal weight.
The evidence clearly marked
in the high grass and cities.
Minds go unnoticed,
by the sheer number of minds.
Lapping up existence
with eyes that bend the light,
and backs of ardor,
that prostrate at the feet of eternity.
Perhaps we are here only to return,
Filled up with space and time
Dragging unknown dimensions
back into the unbound.
A single life lived to witness
the color the Atlantic
takes by starlight.