The Void Once Crossed

We do have a God’s eye view,
We do, but just when we look

Out. Up from our hunk of world,
Our gaze falls on swaths of night,

Spans of stars, dust clouds, deep time,
All that God’s eye stuff. We just

Can’t change which rock we look from,
Or not by much. We’re like God,

Great child of our small, fraught thoughts,
But with a crick in the neck.