The darkness in the depth of my tea mug
Is as vast as the universe.
Its emptiness the very thing
That makes it useful.
But depth is relative,
My cup can be as deep as the ocean and
The universe as shallow
As a thimble.
The night sky calls to me
To come and explore the spaces between.
But they are all the same, the spaces between you and me
Hate and love, all and nothing – no space and only space.
We are made of space and little else so my being can hold this limitless space
And my body the universe just as
Infinity exists in the now of a heartbeat
And forever is defined in the bloom of the milkweed