What do I know about the world,
a lowly human,
and why should it matter?
The world is music and wonder,
singing to itself
jingles and lullabies,
and masterful symphonies.
Steeped in beauty, adoring itself.
A wellspring of miracles,
shunning understanding.
Another loop around the sun
in an endlessly interconnected bundle
of loops,
no two alike, but almost.
What an inscrutable wonder is the world,
that wraps itself around our beings
so we don’t get overwhelmed by its glory!
