Around the Corner

I walk in.
You can see as far as I can
Blue above, below, around
The window on the left from which
You can always see the world

But what, you-who-is-I want to know,
is around the corner?

I step onto the surface, rough as the sea,
and trail my hand along the wall.
I see the stairs.  Yes, I see them.

I close my eyes.
The blue becomes Bluer.
Groping across the small space from window to stairs
Blindly, drenched in blueness.

My feet climb
And then I am in the doorway.
I open my eyes.

The room, this room, is the midst of the universe
All around spin the galaxies and stars
But there is a floor somehow.
In the center is a small fire
burning small but brightly.

And beyond is Someone Who Knows