To each of us you reveal yourself differently:
to the ship as coastline, to the shore as a ship.
—Rainer Maria Rilke
Today would be a good day
to consider how the body
is made up of space. It would
be a good day to consider
how inside every cell breeds another
million million self-similar universes
and that all form is made of the same dust.
Sometimes the brain bends
a cage so small it is hard
to remember the miracle of it all.
It’s a good day to remember
that the job of a student is to learn,
not to know. And that mystery,
which is another word for god,
is what pushes us from the inside
and breaks down every wall we’ve built.
I know less today than I ever have,
except that I love you and, I tell myself,
that in these days when the dark
comes early it’s a fine, fine time
to be curious.