Transit
Love tells you you are everything,
as the mystic says,
but the universe says you are nothing.
How can you persist this way,
a stalled cloud?
How can you know
if anything too large to measure
deserves to be called real?
That goes equally
for the very small,
not just the quanta,
but whatever keeps us going,
the spark we keep seeking
not knowing
if it’s large or small
and what we can use it for,
in love or pain.
Stan Sanvel Rubin’s poems have appeared in many US journals including Agni, Poetry Northwest, Georgia Review, One, and in Canada, China, Ireland, and Belgium as well as several anthologies. He has published four full length collections including There. Here. (Lost Horse Press) and Hidden Sequel (Barrow Street Book Prize). Born in Philadelphia, he lives on the north Olympic Peninsula of Washington state.
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