My life is a struggle
To keep words small
And thoughts big;
To speak precisely, and
Rest without sleeping.

Each day I lose
And have to begin again.

I fill myself with
Noble sayings, and
Seek quiet emptiness
At the banks of a river
That slips gently over
Round, speckled stones.

Each day I lose
Because I have closed my eyes.

Today I watch the sparrows,
Frail and nervous,
Hating to walk,
Waiting to fly,
Hoping to wake to the stars.

Today I shall lose,
To those elusive stars.

Gary Witt

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-expanding-universe/