Nothing Ever Comes or Goes
Nothing ever comes or goes
as the wild universe expands.
The eyes just open, the eyes just close,
and everything that someone knows
is a dream that no one understands.
Nothing ever comes or goes,
the water ran, the water froze,
then it floats away from empty hands.
The eyes’ just open, the eyes’ just close,
watching as the water rose,
make absolutely no demands.
Nothing ever comes or goes;
things are active or in repose.
While the wild universe expands,
the eyes just open, the eyes just close,
the miracles happen, the infinite flows,
and through it all, this truth stands:
nothing ever comes or goes,
the eyes just open, the eyes just close.
Philip is a writer from NY. His stories have been published or are forthcoming in magazines such as Prairie Schooner, The Pinch, Mid-American Review, Ninth Letter, The Blue Earth Review, and Sou’wester. He also has poetry forthcoming in Canary.