On The Dot

(For Carl) I reach for you.
I am so alone.
The dust of the cosmos swirls about me.
The consciousness of space frightens me.
The shortness of life is awesome.
I reach for you.
The pale blue dot is small.
The quark is comparably small, too.
One can barely comprehend the sizes.
I reach for you.
My mind appreciates the beauty.
My soul knows the best of man.
My heart needs mankind.
If you reach your hand to me
I reach for you.

by Margaret Gaffney

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