I keep a patch of sky above my head

I keep a patch of sky above my head

dreaming every moment could be now.

look for the secret order in this disorder.

in all the chaos, there is a cosmos

where everything depends upon the observer.

in the velocious chase of our sun star

orbiting the spiral galaxy that pulls us along

in introspection, the mind is the limit

and the moon is the soul. 

glimpse the milky cluster, the central bulge, 

the many arms of one orbit of millions of years.

contemplate distances, listen for musical textures,

and focus on the layers in our block universe.

unsynchronized, shaken off course

floating after project omega

twisting in the relativity of simultaneity,

mastering wind and wave. an osprey

of tranquility and harmony,

I keep a patch of sky above my head.

it opens up. the earth and the moon are gone

and the suns and galaxies ceased to be.

still, in this aloneness, every existence

still exists. being and breath swallow death.

every quark in the void animates eternal years.

it cuts and slices with a quantum knife,

holds fast to infinity, and there you are

never to be destroyed 

in the patch of sky above your life.