The Grand Display

08/31/2025

All hail the creator of worlds.

Sorry flat-earthers each one a globe.

Cast as spheres unto the wind.

All different colors and hues.

Magenta, indigo and blues.

Different orbits and directions,

Life lengths and fates.

All that becomes,

Will eventually end as well.

Is there heaven and hell?

Citrine, amethyst and peridot

Swirling season after season.

Brief fleeting in certain perception.

An eternity with I the mind’s eye.

 But that is how it is,

When trying to understand the multiverse.

As my sun fades on the horizon.

I find it mesmerizin’.

As I sit with in the twilight.

I wish my granddaughter good night.

I ponder within my own mind,

Thoughts on what is and what will be.

I thank Victoria Mae,

The bubbles blown a grand display.

I leave the back porch at dusk,

To write these lines.

Author's Note

Just some reflection from my back porch.