Rain leaves slicks like oil on slate roof
condensation blows clouds over my window pane
last night I watched the night hang a quarter moon
as earth turns questionably in empty space.
It’s empty: the truth came hurriedly to me
lying in an open field with high sky
cerulean blue, so blue I could glimpse
the curve of earth rotating wordlessly.
Later I drove towards thunder banked
arrived from ocean in a coral sea
soon the raindrops hit the road
bursting their skin like ripened cheese.
Then I knew once more the truth of this
that we’re random molecules exquisitely formed
dispensed like rain from amoebic sea
no sense at all that I can see
in the beauty of empty eternity.