The world changes size
The world changes size
Every day
For an infant
It is no bigger
Than a mother’s face
A fulsome moon
Superimposed against
A starless sky
A backdrop
Filled with shapeless
ghosts
She is omnipotent
A giver of life
With the power
To ease hunger
Nourish the soul
Or not
Every day the world
Expands around her
Fills out with colours
And numbers
Expectation
Of connection
Inner confusion
Coalescing with
The inception of design
As a pattern of change
Emerges
The need to reach out
Overcome separation
Construct new meanings
As we become
Intellectually whole
The architects
Of our future
We are personal explorers
Finding our way
Inhabiting the space
Owning the foreground
Dreaming of expansion
In awe
Of its wonder
Unafraid of its Gestalt
In old age
As dotage approaches
The world diminishes
As expectation shrinks
To the tip of a spoon
Force-fed
From the hand of a stranger
A malevolent orb
A naked bulb
A night light
A hospital bed
Shrink-wrapped
For ease of cleaning
How small the world
Has become
How vast the space
It leaves behind
How frightening
Are its shadows
How motherless
Are its children