In a small rowboat

That gently rocks

As it croons an archaic lullaby

To a pool of deep water

Whose wrinkles caress

The boat’s wooden hull,

In a subterranean cavern

Vast as the cosmos,

In a silence so profound

It sings,

I sit listening

To the weeping of the stalactite

And discover that in harmony

I too weep,

Not in sorrow

Nor melancholy or despair,

But because the cavern’s ancient song

Begs expression

That my voice cannot attempt

While my soul soars out of my body

To join the immense expanse

That merges this dark place

With the expanding universe.