Are dreams a sound from our own, or from a collective unconscious shofar.
Do we walk among the stars when gazing at the night sky from our cars.
Do we not admire those we have never met, save for their writings in ink.
Perhaps we traverse space and distance more often than we might think.
And, how does one hold fast to faith, the most distant of things.
Objects in this mortal mirror called life, may be closer than they appear.
Not because of the “mirror;” but, perhaps, because of who we are.