As a youngster I wrestled

With the infinite

Or rather

With the idea of the infinite

I thought about the expanding universe

Bounded (as I imagined)

By a wall

What was on the other side of that wall?

If Nothing,

Is not empty space itself

Still Something?

I thought about the infinite age of God,

Older than I

Older than human history

Older than dinosaurs

Older than rocks

Older than the Big Bang

Older than everything that is or ever was.

What was on the other side of the Beginning?

What will be on the other side of the End?

If No time,

Are not empty ages themselves

Still Sometime?

I thought about the endlessness of numbers

How for every number

No matter how great

There exists a greater number

How for every number

No matter how small

There exists a smaller number

How came we to imagine what

Never was

Nor is

Nor can be?

Our world, though very grand,

Is finite

How odd that we

Surrounded by finitude

Should contemplate infinity...