The infinite yawns and keeps yawning.

Is it sleepy?

Does it miss Pythagoras?

The sails on Columbus’s three ships?

Does the sound of the surf remind it of itself?

Does it ever sit over a glass of wine

and philosophize?

Does it peek into mirrors at night?

Does it have a suitcase full of souvenirs

stashed away somewhere?

Does it like to lie in a hammock with the wind

whispering sweet nothings in its ear?

Does it enter empty churches and light a single

candle on the altar?

Does it see us as a couple of fireflies

playing hide-and-seek in a graveyard?

Does it find us good to eat?