How Still

How Still
Not a sound.
As though the world had not yet started With its impossible creation But held itself outside time and life and love.
Waiting.

The stars are ice hot and busy now After the first millisecond blast.
The planets circle Spinning, cooling, making  space.
In the night We stand, All of us, from time to time Looking out from our marvellous rock.
The human element has no number. Although we know the code We do no know our self.
Time and life and love are all we have Which are too much to measure.