Somebody asked me,
What is wrong?
I said, everything—
The whole wide universe.
Can’t you see, I said,
Everything’s wrong with everything,
The sun and its burning heat,
The stars and their unreachable distance,
The meteors in their distracting stance,
The black holes in their unfathomable depth,
The space and its emptiness.
What is wrong with that?
That somebody inquired.
Can’t you see?
Nothing is entirely wrong with everything,
The sun and its heat warm the heart of cold,
The stars and their distance makes you reach out high,
The meteors and their stance are just there to test,
The black holes are just holes of fear,
The space and its emptiness could be filled by you.
I cried and I wipe the tears and smile.