Is it foolish or profound

Is it foolish or profound

To stare upon the empty ground

To pick up a stone

And throw it high

Just to watch

The progress of its fall

And be in thrall

To the wonder of stars

The movement of the heavens

The turn of events

As the arc of time continues

Ever onward

Picking up its pace

When least expected

Never waiting to unwind

Its presence in every absence.

An unwanted guest

Gatecrashing every party

The last to arrive

The first to leave

With nary a glance

At the phases of the moon,

The fullness of its smile

The incongruity of stillness.

When everyone knows

Everything moves

In divine circularity

A celestial dance

A fine romance

Full of wishful thinking.

There is always something in nothing.

As to be without,

Is as incomprehensible

As an empty sky

An endless sleep

A foolish thought

And the arrogance

Of profundity.