He stares into the inky sky
the infinity of glittering twinkling stars
and aches to be among them.
Cut off, curtailed, imprisoned,
his thoughts return to earth
the silent figure beside him
She shares his grief and something more.
Together they have lost everything, a hundred times
yet they endure.
Beneath the standing stones on midsummer night
we are one with the earth
the million worlds swirling
the one world beneath our feet
one world, dismissed, neglected among the million.
What is here we have not seen
have not done
cannot in our one lifetime imagine
what can we achieve
our lesser infinity