THE ONLOOKER

an illusion of detachment

watching the world watching

me

a receptacle of the 

universe’s will

an onlooker to the

intricate

skyline of stars whose presence arrives to me late

a stagger of time

dances through my eyes

a perfect tango of what was and what is 

a timeless parade

running out of time

a false ending to the 

endless

 

moments lost into nothing

into nowhere

are found

existing in

the intricate pirouette

reflected in the pupil of my 

eye

and in that moment 

I am the past

I am the nothing, the nowhere 

waiting to be found

 

the onlooker,

spectating from afar

a universe

within

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes we are our own universe....we seem to be on the outside looking in...not connected, a star floating alone...
the last several lines of the next to last stanza are stunning...
"I am the nothing...waiting to be found"

[lua]

thank you, we definitely are our own universe, both as a creator and a perceiver