I’ve seen how the wind
blows left and right
over fields expanding as a universe
pushing tall grass aside
as a giant breath.

And heard the whistle of a thrown ball
a distance of sixty feet.
Yet cannot fathom the sight
of a star hurtling through
space millions of miles
pushing the dust of
of its forebears aside.

And from my vantage point
there is no sound.
with a silence that fills
the void.  And the path of its past
trailing without a whisper.

NAPOWRIMO 2013 day 5