The world grew larger when we met.
Before these once more eager eyes
a sphere has beckoned, waking me
to revel in the endless chase
of knowledge, music, art, and words,
at once my duty and desire.
The world grew smaller when we met,
its details all within my reach,
its countries but a step away.
The vault of paradise bowed down
and let me touch the silver hem
I once believed was only mist. (rev. 01/11)
[First published in WestWard Quarterly]
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