By Garrick Hoffman

When one muses on the nature of our existence, of the enigma of the cosmos, of this “grand design” in

which we dwell, it’s not hard to be engrossed by wonder. And that is the basis of this poem.

“Marvels”

Don’t want to survive

Just to stay alive

Marvel at the fact

That not all meets the eye

The finite and the infinite

Mountains collapse in a minute

Rainbows and brimstone

All contained within it

To exist is surreal

Feeling lucky to feel

‘Cause we’re all one among billions

On this spinning wheel