Things missed

Feeling infinitesimal, so much barely part of things unseen and unknown, that, yet, know what they are doing, what they are here for, I say to myself, still: It is all right. It is good sometimes to pass in the night even ships that do not hail you, miracles preparing to happen, secrets that could be exciting, even the brinks of what might be noteworthy discoveries.

It is serenity not to understand completely, to be not quite sure but to almost imagine, to be nearly quick enough to grasp - but to miss a little ... and wonder.

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