and so the universe asks,
we chant yes, yes, yes
to cracking open riddles,
propping ladders to the sun,
searching for seaglass cities.
As we are swept along by time,
this chime repeats:
wonder.
From ancient ages,
from everywhere to someday,
there is both dreaming
and waking in the dark
and the world watches
the compass, the map,
the microscope, the telescope,
the sketch.
What mysteries come after today,
existing in a place called faraway,
with charts of galaxies scrawled
and scratched with what-ifs . . .
what is yet to be is but a guess.