XXI – The Universe (No Less)

And now it comes.

Standing on the patio of your childhood,

The village sleeping

Beneath the bright moon,

And the sea raking the stones,

It wells up.

 

And the drop disappears into the ocean,

and the ocean pours into the drop.

 

A gasp escapes with your name.

The horizon winks back:

K – I – M.

 

For all the walking I have done,

All along the cliffs from here,

Out past the horizon,

Walking out my grief

Under the bright sun,

Here it is.

 

The final goal is reached –

the return to the original cosmic oneness.

You are whirling,

caught up in the perpetual

dance of the universe.