uncalled but there

Every 
t h i n g 
you 
hold in mind 

as you pick up 
offhand to find 
it is about just 
so much else
unfurls in curls 
to stretch itself
and radiates 
in immanent, 
transcendent shade 
and light. 

Penumbra, emanate: 

out far in deep! 
Through depths
unplumbed, 
distance outstretched. 

No rule of thumb, 
no paradigm criterion. 
Uncritically, we think 
so dumb
in instinct, patterns
recognize

our interest in 
how they arise, 
and complimented, 
actualize  

in arcing lines, 
horizon spans 
enfolding worlds 
of all the things,

untouched by hands  

this 
one 

of each and every
thing 

unplans, holds fast - if thought 
would just recall - 

how much it spans.