Infinite repeat

we circle
we search
we go nowhere

there is no other earth
we are a microcosm
a universe in a grain of sand

an effect bereft of cause
a dying star

We circle
we search

we are
in a jar

Bouncing and banging
off translucent walls,

They stare mesmerized by
our low green glow

They laugh and lounge
free at ease
Singing summer's song

we glow despite it all,
Or perhaps we glow
Just because.


  1. ...and we are shape shifters.
    Are we really here at all...or could it be we exist only in the imagination of some Greater Being?
    A wonderfully thought-provoking poem.
    I adore this.:)

  2. Firefly, can you see me?
    Shine on, glowing, brief and brightly