A cricket born in a courtyard
Will only ever know the courtyard.
It may venture a few bricks down
the cobble pathway in its life.
Befriending the grass, the flowers and spring
Staring up at the tall concrete walls
pondering— what lies beyond the courtyard?
I sometimes find myself staring
At the tall cosmic walls of space
A few bricks down the pathway
and pondering -- what lies beyond the courtyard?
This spinning ball of brick and mortar
Rotating in its own fixed position
of cobble pathways.
Remaining forever in its
orbital courtyard around the sun.
And once a year it catches glimpse
to another clump of spinning cinders
a bit too far to see -- what lies beyond the courtyard?