Echoes

I am grateful to the echoes of reality
That swim up to me
Wet and glistening in starlight.
Saturated by the glow of a million suns,
These echoes bask.
Cradling, with their quantum manifestations,
All hope
All possibilities
And, like ourselves,
All the reasons for joy and despair
Which are,
All the same.

I reach out to these tangible experiences,
That repeat unending
Waiting patiently for the light from within to illuminate their structure,
Their soft downy-ness hiding spikes of pain and sparks of compassion.

These remind me of my hair in the dry desert filled with static
As I stand on the fuzzy carpet in my childhood home.
The sun of earth imperceptibly edging toward the horizon
Spinning out more and more glory
As it comes near
The otherness of our dark side.