Immensity as Act of Faith

I am in an airport I must traverse

terminal edged with soldiers
eyes avid for any glint of not us

I approach my door

sky opens before me

I recoil
certain this promise cannot be real

then wake

jagged stillness

Slowly then I sense a thing

a cosmos invoking me
sudden glittering raw

My whole life I have knelt upon this brink
transfixed by sacrament I can never hold

galaxy after galaxy reeling
through time's undistilled geometries

frail as wildflowers 
in these small amazing hands