FriendA simple rhyme could never do.
Epic poetry, perhaps; but even then
It could not hope to span or plumb
The depth and width of wonder.
A simple scene in forest green -
The unicorn in splendor.
Innocent but wise, knowing but forgiving;
The age and youth of wonder.
A simple thought to pass the time:
The poetry of time and space.
Mathematically inchoate, alive and bright -
The start of joy and wonder.
- copyright E Glas Durboraw, February 25, 2002 (2 days before the Full Moon)