Microcosms

We start off early in peacock cry
To arrive a temporary conclusion.

Microcosms now pulse in phones
On the other side of sky on rocks.

As we walk, we hear a few words,
Of potential meanings passing by.

Swimming pool faces a sky supine,
Its blue drowns the tawdry brown.

Now, carefully crafted rock hoists
A glass building with microcosms

Who are arriving their conclusions.
The conclusions are far from rarity.

Skirting fences occur a day’s roses
And the fading firangipani flowers

In process of arriving conclusions
Inside their own little microcosms.

We are peering into our microcosm
Where the edge lives around a core.

Cut the clutter to reach conclusions
All micros reach a dusty conclusion.