Oh, the world is vast
and sometimes we can glimpse
how we have chosen
one small part in which to run our circles

One small set of intersections
with one small set of others,
of whose lives we see
only a fraction

And we assume others are foreign
or we assume they’re the same
and never see the whole of them
and scarcely see
the grand rolling
that moves us all, in which
all our orbits are one.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 31, 2015