it simply is

it simply is
note to self

this curious universe
seemingly boundless
birthing, erupting
decaying, rebirthing
or sucked into baffling
black holes
it all simply is—
time is meaningless
in this immensity
and we—
both a fleck
in this isness and
the isness itself—
not two

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

I welcome comments and discussion!

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