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 ā€“ 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