Space Exploration

Another poem today!

6.16.21

Space Exploration

Inner space
Beckons, lures

Why?

There is no THING there
Yet, there is
Not seen, nor touched
But tangibly felt

A formidable Presence
Calming. Comforting. Reassuring.
Echoing
All is well, is well, is well

Dive in
Float around
Poke the boundaries
The slightest prod dissolves them

Peer within
Choose your lens

Colors will brighten
Tastes will sweeten
Sounds will heighten
The breeze will caress

Whispering
All is well, is well, is well…