words

no witness to mark one moment from the next,
none to quiver and shout as things begin to emerge
out of nothing; stars, quarks, tiny strings,
brushstrokes from an almighty artisan.
gas and dust spiral and merge and war and result
in bold rocks in the heavens, those we can see,
those we can only feel in our bones,
the mystery of it, the universal uncertainty
of other world icons floating out there
beyond our knowing, anchoring our hearts to this one.

-S.C. Martinez