WITHIN

WITHIN

Within a room a man is seen
Who types on his computer screen.

My fingers press the keys and so
Create these words in rhythmic flow.

And I sit at this desk alone
Within this room within my home.

And my small house is by a street
Where children, dogs, and parents meet.

The street is near the highway where
The cars rush on from here to there-

Where all the grey skyscrapers stand
Along the coast of this wide land.

And this great land is bound by ocean
Where waves roll on in endless motion.

And all the seas and lands are on
One round, blue world lit by the sun-

A shining star that is our place
Within the crowds of stars in space…

Within the billions of stars that flee
Through vast reaches of the galaxy.