It’s scientists speak of ‘The Universe’,
when at no single moment is it there
except as a concept, there to rehearse
in clarity of form, lighter than air;
in the blink of an eye what’s present is past.
The trick of permanence is in the mind.
It is there everything‘s identified,
matter in analysis refined
as immutable concept reified,
in all its categories, class and kind.
Our view of the world so vast in appraisal
proceeds in the mind representative;
the thrill of anticipation owes all
to the conjuring imaginative
of forms and actions, believed in as real.
Light years away is as present in concept
as today on earth, the basis of belief
that formulates its own real world, adept
to the fringes of space and time, as if
proof, yielding reality all accept.
