By Utsav A. Kaushish
In outer space I live amongst the stars.
I see the rocks, some dust, black holes, white rings,
The planet Earth, its moon, their neighbor Mars.
But mostly there is dark, and no voice sings.
I reach out for a trillion trillion miles,
Beyond the soldier’s belt, yet still no wall.
Huge gaps between the rocks, though none are isles,
An ancient shared relation binds them all.
So now I read the story of each rock.
I see the start, the bang, the sudden swell.
The tale plays out for years and years, tick tock,
The stones, they spread, they merge, they break and jell.
Inception’s dust, atop our family tree,
In all these scattered rocks, in you, in me.