The Skein of Being

You know
I know
No thing
Worth knowing
Can complete
The me oh my
I lay upon my back
To trace the planets
In the course they make
Across the desert
Of the sky a wake
Of space I do not find
My face or form that’s
Written in the atmosphere
I can not see
Inside the sides of things
Where they begin
I can not find the me
Oh my I am so un
Important so invisible
Un knowable unwritten
In the greater scheme
The skein of being
Breathes a name
Not mine….

©K Barr