The Universe

Visions that are singular

and cannot repeat, like a cirrus sky,

or zephyrs on water,

the leaves and rotting trees on the ground,

these things let me, force me, to see

The World of that instant is mine.

Knowing these things no other could,

and that no one ever will again—

this consciousness of The Universe

in me and nowhere else, ever—

makes me feel important.