An Indomitable Grace

The world is so new when I
read the words of those who came before,
with lives spread out over centuries gone,
and I can just imagine them sitting
in the same vastness of feeling,
a place more than fact,
somewhere beyond the stars or distance,
that fits in the palm of your hand,
spilling ink onto a page.
And though they are dead,
old bones, or dust, or rotting,
they make still new universes.