And they are attractive little bunches
Holding themselves together with lightshows and
Hanging over stucco ledges
Until they are replaced
In the dead of night with nobody but the janitor's
Wrinkled gaze
Pruning and yanking
their dry roots
To replace with something new.

The Fibbonacci stories spiral downstairs like infinity
And a reflecting pool looks like the domed firmament of some great sistine

I could see for a moment in my upturned gut
The draw towards infinity that lies at the end of that hollowed mosque
And which holds me firm in trust

There are no stairs, oddly enough
Only a polished high speed elevator
With fancy buttons that light up
And bring us down to ground
Floors that once were above

I stared at my face in between
The metal doors and wondered
When the time would come
For me to be something more

I look up
Into the heavens and I wonder
How ***** of gas and chemicals
Grow to sizes unimaginable
And live for eons
Only to burst into intergalactic lightshows,
Lose those lights altogether
And become darkness itself
How planets, much like our own Mother
But lightyears away and seemingly devoid
Of intelligent life forms
Continue to exist in shared space and time
Yet to be explored by the human race
How the universe
Shrouded in mystery; the final frontier perhaps
Growing exponentially larger by the second
Houses what we call "home"
Which, in comparison, is nothing
A tiny speck on the canvas of life
I look back down and I wonder
How is it that, despite our insignificance to the heavens above,
How seemingly meaningless our existence is
To the stars and planets beyond our reach
That I have found home
In warm smiles
In long embraces
In gentle words and phrases
In all these little, "insignificant" things
I have found all the more significant