World upon world are heaped up for us,
A banquet from which we feast liberally.
When the world of dodos and dragons is gone,
We partake of the world of pigs and pies.
The universe might be full of worlds we don't see
But which interact with our lives in subtle ways.
The worlds of men and women intersect even more blatantly
With the worlds of those creatures we eat and love.
Food and love? dearth and death?
These opposites are intricately linked, too.
They come into all our worlds in the unique measure
That seems to define us, but probably only brings us into our world.
And then, thus defined, or thus delimited,
We sit in the center of this world with unlimited expectations
Of what our world will give us.
Feb 2005