Cosmos

Dust rich star clouds
	far strewn around
		the wheel,
Whirl and gather,
	eons on a side.
Why? Never mind.It just is.

Each atom is perfect
	but incomplete, longing
For a closer relationship.	
    until a ripened time
		allowed gravity
To bring forth
	the great gathering,
Infall and starbloom.

Those motes not required
	for the central fire
Drift and curled.

Hard stone balls, born
	from smashing violence,
Await the day
	when life will ever bloom.

You see it now,
  You are part of it.
The ordained results
	of dust with a dream.

Graham Kendall