The mountain grows much slower than your perception of the mountain growing taller, as the dynamics of the sea, which sculpts the earth beneath your feet, speaks—summoning the breeze: isn't it surreal, living on God's pottery wheel?

She came in a thousand unsolved pieces

A myriad of ways to be put back together

But none complete her...

sweet sombre
this morning
will bring things.
quiet movements
of the universe
mysteriously
spinning around
your significantly
insignificant life
will take care
of you, in silence.

the coral world
of mars will
continue to
float away
in a sea of
questions.
softly
carrying
water and
breath in
its heavy air;
leaving traces
of eyes
and rivers
lost in time.
they say
there was
home here
billions of
years ago.

billions and
billions and
billions of years.
before this.
before me.
before you.

yet,
here
is this
morning.
a cup
of tea.
this day will
bring things.
movements
of a quiet
universe. a
coral world;
a lonely
home,
somewhere.