The farther you pull back,
The less it all seems to mean,
But looking in on a moment,
Bears all the significance.
The lights of a moving carousel,
the smell of pine and fried dough,
Smiles that wont go away,
Standing on the grassy dew covered hill and looking up at the fabric above,’
And not having to wonder alone.
Sky rocketing through the clouds and weaving among comets towards the vast uncertainty of the big ocean of reality,
Peering out from the cramped cockpit at a flinging tendril of star energy,
Not minding the close spaces or the empty floating candy wrappers in the cabin,
Or the crumbs, or the love.
There are filters after all.
Walking across alien landscapes and marveling together at odd temples covered with blue lichen,
Reaching for each other under a green sky,
and being human in a strange, futuristic land,
on another planet,
in the emptiness of all space,
two specks in the multitudes,
Knowing that when you pull away it all seems like nothing,
But here and now,
Is all that is.
all that is needed.