The horizon defines light
not this insignificant sun.
Measured without distance
there’s no question
that we, center of creation
are master of most
Within such defiance
It’s plausible,
women walking on water
as they always have,
yet not so graphically
I imagine they may be
plotting monuments or
an occasional coup
but now are talking
of the lesser art
of moving souls
Seeing to believe
survives
500 year’s science,
a burden
to measuring size
significance
worth
Later today
we might miss the miracle
of “I’m sorry” offered
by one small person
to another
orchestrated by a woman
with wet feet