No Story’s ever finished. Even the Big Bang will live
for eternity: expand, collapse, explode again
and again and again. The original Mystery,
that long chain of Cause and Effect—
wells fed by rivers, fed by lakes, fed by glaciers,
fed by snow and rain and the water in our breath.
The more I learn about the Universe,
the closer I feel to every All there is, was,
will ever be—like neighbors in tenement houses
calling to each other from open windows,
pulling laundry off the lines strung between,
music rising from the alleyways
as we walk across streets to front stoops
to dance a little, share lemonade,
closer than we think, closer than we know.