A Poem and a Picture

A Purple Galaxy

Numbers and time

Collide,

Spiraling and infinite

Immeasurable,

Sneaking beneath whispers, and

Above trees

Out into the galaxy,

Lost in the spaces

Where I’m afraid to look

In the deep, extending

Reaches

Of time

And I’m too hesitant

To glance back

Except occasionally,

In the dark, shadowy night

Upon the cold, dim grass