Landscape
There is so much nothing,
I see the curve.
Small peaks crumble
in its wake, the slight
fumble of side diamonds
on the golden band
of the Milky Way.
This ring, crafted &
pieced together
by tweezers
that had the guts
to do it. & there
I stand, a mere speck
on the surface,
blessed by the light
of day, able to see
the curvature. Motionless
on a simple cliff,
a gallery rail
next to these gems
unruined by moisture.
Go forth, fair pearl,
for the universe is your oyster.