The Universe and You

Halfway to infinity and nowhere near the end

you find yourself torn between your macrocosmic existence

and the endless tangles of your hair

caught in the universe’s mechanisms

that turn and turn and turn and turn and turn

until the words spin and make no sense

a jumble of ideas never finding expression

on anthropic tongues

                                                                      but trust in faith

                                      before

they fall through space.

The land is parched as the sea licks its lips

saltatory undercurrents keep the world feeling

but never knowing how it feels

                                                                to live

                                to love

to be free.

Keep cutting your hair

the current won’t stretch to your head

you were always bigger than the macrocosm.

© Cammeron Meades