Over us and under
Is a world of wonder:
In between we blunder,
Blunder in between
The unseen and unseen,
And on someone’s word
Hear of the unheard.
From our faiths and hopes
In prophets and in popes,
And in microscopes,
Mites and sprites we know
Are above, below,
And vice versa so.
Amoebas and archangels
Send us their evangels:
In between the ropes
Where we stand and stare
At the empty air;
Seeing only sights
That are lit by lights,
Hearing only sounds
That are kept in bounds
By celestial sheriffs
On their ghostly rounds
In between the seraphs
And the fleas on hounds.
— From Boundaries
