My life is a cereal box half empty.
My life is a book of poems
The blank half of every page.
My life is the little vacua between branches
of the humongous Banyan tree
Shooting down branches and rooting in.
My life is not your world
Filled with umpteen little meaningless objects.
It is the vast expanse of the sky
Sporting Stars and Signs.
You cannot comprehend my life
Until you will take in the total view of the sky.