You peer with interest
through the interstices
to find, somehow, the ultimate escape
where everything transcends
what it was thought to be —
the thing becomes the space between
as focus shifts, the space becomes the thing

Come inward, then, come through
to where, on tiny scale, space opens out —
infinitesimal, the infinite within
deftly reflects the universe without

This is a thing you clearly want,
less certain is your need —
you will try to take it home —
Who knows? You may succeed.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 29, 2018