What Poetry Is

A fingerprint on a pane of glass,

Whorls

one may pass - never see -
not comprehending the unique lines,
passing by with their eyes turned inward.

These lines are an individuality,
different for each, yet common to all -
another may stop - see clearly -
and be changed by the sight.

Seen or unseen, these lines -
these fingerprints - exist.
They fill the void,
express perspective of "reality,"
translate, transcend, transect,
leaving their mark on the pages
of the Universe.