Everything happens here, there, everywhere,
all at once, forever and forever,
even there in the empty corner,
under and over, above and below,
sun and moon and stars.

There is dust and smoke and pollen and seeds,
there are blossoms or branches on bare trees,
the baby’s first cry, the old man’s last sigh
overworked mums, unavailable dads,
bone-dust, newborn leaves.

The universe forever expanding,
innumerable star-wombs, continuous birth,
funeral processions of falling stars,
blossoms cascading in an endless night,
earthbound and seaward.