Can the Universe call out, entice
Demand?
Is there a feminine thread, of life
Growing
Do the sands of time park curbside
Mounded into moments into road-side stalls
Into Markets to haggle the existence
Of love
A sip, to taste, to close my eyes and replace
The crashing global shore over the remnants
Of culture and edifice
Outside, in this open air cafe
The caffeinated steam
Presses up to anticipation
A planet contemplates
The Universe
Still, at last, at longingly forever
She waits, in the glowing sea
A rising among the vast sheen