Nothing more naive
than thinking that we know
how begonias spill out of themselves,
How that first em-budded
moment of dark energy,
infinite in mass yet raptured
in a pointless bindhu
could widen soft petals of light
to become our faces gazing
back toward their creation
with eyes of awakening space
that sparkle with galaxies
dancing inside us out there.

(Photo by Kristy Thomas)