Atom Ant...

There is not color, there is not  light
just atoms in motion,
like hummingbirds in flight;
bouncing around the cosmos,
hoping, with luck, they might
pass before the eyes of Man
whose mind belongs to Forever,
whose questions started
before his life began...
Though he cannot understand
he sees the Light,
he brings it all into focus
without having a clue as to the plan,
leaving him querulous and timorous
and back to where he began

Is the Universe ours
or are we another cog
in the Big Wheel, creaking and spinning,
like a hearse rolling through the fog?
Are we Children of Light
or Demons of the Night?
Good intentions notwithstanding,
we all know wrong from right
Pitfalls and pratfalls,
a life spent listening to the wolves call
with only more questions
and not one answer at all
in Man's Search for Meaning...
               (10-31-10)