us

We

are the universe.

We are the wind though our ancestors meadows

And the few coins in their pockets.

The coal on our miners’ cheeks

And the hands that held the chisel.

We are the muffled conversations

that pass our houses at night.

The headlights that go by us

on the drive home from work.

We are the crashing of high tide

And the immersed world below it.

The last leaf to fall in autumn

And the first shoot of spring.

We

are the universe.

Author's Note

any feed back and suggested improvements would be helpful! also, Title ideas?