The Vastness
by dan ankers
On top of this world there
Is a vastness
It can be seen through
Currents in time
And space; has no meaning
Has no master
‘Least none that I can
Discern from this place
From this vantage
I can manage
Only glimpses
Into the workings
Of history’s Designs
But Lo and Behold
There is a vastness
Who sees the map
Where I may only see
signs
