Unable to see the ends of the universe, we reach out to each other to make sense of it; grasping at notions to inspire comfort in the chaos and impose order on our lives.
our minds can travel
to the far corners of thought,
disconnected from
our bodies, glued to the earth;
so we must meet each other.
A tanka prose poem shared with Momoetry April Poet Month challenge – tanka and inspired by the thoughts of Jayaram V posted here.
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