by Florentina Jungwirth

There’s a uni-verse for each of us

Down in a cellar room

That’s where we ascend – to dream

On Wednesday afternoons

Each uni-verse is different

Some to hide – some to open up

Some for one – and some for all of us

And as we enter journeys

Inside our little room

Thunder, storm and lightning –

Of words envelop us

So – traversing galaxies –

Each of us will gain

The smallest peck of stardust –

If just a tiny grain

Occasionally a star will fall,

A shooting star drop by –

Yet never is our uni-verse

Blocked by a clouded sky