With a nod to Frost.

With a nod to Frost.

I stand before a frosted wall

As cold as ice to my

Light fingered touch

Afraid the skin might stick

And wonder,

How would anybody know

If it was made of stars

The heavens fall every day

The beach is littered

The sea gives and takes away

Without avarice.

Many a stone

Has been made

As smooth as sculpted marble

As beautiful as Caleb

Naked in grace

Strewn upon the ground

Waiting to be discovered

By a curious child

A stone-hearted collector

A romantic

With a wishful thought

Of transcendence.

Everything is bigger

On the inside

Light and time bend

Everything is possible.

Looking beyond the world

Is to behold

The wonder of beginnings

The nature of discovery

The sensitivity

Of our fingertips

And the rumble of disappointment

When the tail of a comet

Dips

Below the horizon.