A GLIMPSE

Who are you, spake the Muse,
to fret and fuss?
To agitate and wish to hasten time,
negate or numb it;
to fix or improve on the slow marches
of the Earth and that bug-bear, Man.

See how the galaxies swirl around their cores,
how micro and macro universes
step to the stately drums of good measure,
how their dance of harmony interweaves
with chaos and randomness
and the play of dark and light.

How could you upgrade the plan
or grasp the overview?
Dare to presume to its purpose
or guess the mind of God?

Stuck in the tiny prison of detail
from the lowliest, worm’s perspective
and the way the minutes creep:
- the Past rushing by, coalescing instantaneously into fixity
while the chimera of the Future taunts us with its projections
and never comes.

What is the chance that you get it
even with your mighty pride and tiny brain,
beyond a glimpse?

“That is a terrifying thought”
said the biped thing.
“To be a conscious part of something I have no say in,
no control over nor way to tame the horrors
or bear the unspeakable;
to struggle without a goal, hope or straw to clutch”.

Little one!
Did you forget that Glimpse
or the value of mystery?
And that you have a heart!