all of the above

The skies and clouds and waves and rocks and fires
show to her
the truth that underlies all art,
that causes hearts to stir
she sees the interlacing
of the lines that weave the world
then spin into the firmament
like spiderwebs unfurled
and trailing stars like drops of dew,
they drift and intersect
and patterns form, a shining web
she sees we all connect
though we may doubt the universe
though we may doubt ourselves
the world was made to live in us
the universe, as well
and we contain the universe
it fits inside us - neat
in each of us, infinities
without us: incomplete
while some drift through the world at will
some sit and contemplate
the skies and clouds and waves and rocks and fires
show the way
though some send deepest taproots down
and some kick dust and roam
the skies and clouds and waves and rocks and fires
call us home.