The Universe sat down with the Poet.
Both stared for a long time at the other.
Not a word passed between them.
Not a motion.
Not a sigh.
Not a wit.
Time paused in pondering
Twilight and Dusk settled down
Earth shifted nervously
Moon dipped the horizon under
and still the two stared.
This went on for days and many nights
the milky and the way
began to shiver…
as if by design
when even the hands of creation
the two nodded deep and embraced.
When the Poet returned to her cottage
upon the green and embering way
a neighbor inquired of
The poet smiled and said only this:
winked and retired.