What a Laugh

for Rishi

If you imagine
the scheme of things unstuck,
if you imagine
Father Time dumbstruck,
if you conjecture
the Big Bang in new form,
if you can picture
the origin newborn –

if you consider
a world new-created,
if you can see it
in fresh colours stated,
if you envisage
the trees and stars crackling
with Now – and an image
of a boy chuckling

comes to mind – see him
exceed time and distance –
and seeing him, be him,
delight in existence.

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