There are things that I see
that are bigger than me,
blades that resist being clipped
and stroke
the stalks of
sunflower
bursts.

Cattails that appear
as if antennae
for something buried
deeper than death.

There are things I don’t see

but can hear whisper,
as I hear a clock
winding down,
before time stops.

The wonder of it all
does not escape me.