Night sky, dark and specked with light
Reaches to the edge of sight
Push hard down against the cooling sands
Grains fall, dust from feather hands.
No up, no down, the world around
No more above than underneath the ground
Sail or fall, spill or fly into that sky
Spun low by winds, or carried high.
Caught up in boundless, empty spaces
Containing everything, and all places
Fall, drift or fly, so fast, so slow, so far
So far, to reach the nearest star.
Small and still, vast and spinning
In silent heavens, where winds are singing
Bigger than all the world, no doubt
Yet my fingertip can put it out.