the Secret of the Universe

I put the teacup down,
looked up from my book;

and whatever calls the eye
then called to me:

a cobalt blue glass jar
in front of a Chinese yellow vase

that seemed to hold between them
the secret of the universe..

the mind whispered, that’s just not true..
it couldn’t be that simple..

I dared to look again: now
it did not matter whether it were
the secret of the universe or not… for

it was enough. It is enough.

and there, perhaps,
and that, perhaps...

poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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