The Space

by Kevin Neal

It sounds like nonsense;
to imagine the space
between you and the sky.
The birds circling with their questions
like curious children.
Let them ask you,
are you meaningless like us ?
Come, be small and lonely.

Feel the weight of your existence;
how dark and insignificant your spot.
From up here you fade away
to a mote of dust.
Your problems don’t matter
any more than ours.

If you wait there long enough
for the sky to touch your face
you’ll become the grass.
What happened today ? you’ll ask,
but you’ll have no answer.
Only the birds with their questions
in the empty sky.
The distance, coming.