Bright and vibrant,
the universe: long before us,
and everlasting.

The winds that ravage the fields,
the winds that climb the mountains,
the winds that storm the seas
and blow over islands.
All the winds,
at all times,
all the winds,
in their peace and in their might,
all the winds are awesome.

The brave endeavor of science
and the inspired art of the ages:
in cavernous walls,
in incinerated scrolls,
in yellowed pages,
in the photographic record,
and scribbled upon the souls of computers.
The knowledge, and the questions,
the doubt, imagination, discovery,
and the poetic haul of redefining,
reconceptualizing,
launching curiosity at the stars,
at rocks, at leaves of grass,
and gaining a new perspective.
The daunting adventure of man and woman,
the song of human life...
All in it is awesome.

Rolling roars devour their prey,
floating soars devour their prey,
cells, living, unstoppable cells
conquer the Earth.
Without emotion, our planet turns and flies.
With the feelings of fear, love, ambition:
we impress our legends upon the substance of our home.
Earth, with us, without us, singing its tune,
awesome.

When all else fails,
the poet enlarges our silhouettes.
When all seems lost,
we still promise ourselves to the world.
The face of the sky,
and the face of every creature,
staring into each other.
Surface and crevice,
eyes, noses, mouths, hair,
and bodies, like waves,
stretched across vast spaces,
searching for something.
Something, and the search for it,
and the searchers are awesome.

Nature, with laws and lawless,
with chaos, order, beauty, silence.
Nature in our minds and in our bones.
We tremble, and fall, pick ourselves up,
and run, and run, and run.
I heard a poet say,
I heard him clearly:
fire, and power, and peace, and the forging of existence.
The poet was all there is,
the poet was what is lacking.
We hope for meaning,
we long for meaning,
we invent meaning out of despair,
out of romance, out of the thundering expanse of nature.
We do not mean, we are mean, we are not mean,
but will we ever mean anything?
Answers, swimming, burning, digging, and escaping.
Answers adrift.
Our meaning, and the meaning of all that is,
of all that is amazing, stunning, dumb, gorgeous, and awesome,
belongs to us.
We love, we possess, we lose, we reassess,
and we are, and everything around us,
and everything we struggle for,
and the simple light which started it all,
all, all, everything is awesome.