Aside from the mysterious dark matter and energy, most things common to our material world can be distilled down to electrons, gluons, and quarks, conveniently welded together by electromagnetic and nuclear forces to make those strange, inexplicable little machines we call 'atoms.' So few ingredients, so much variety!

And then there's us – conscious, sentient beings, doing what we do to survive and, meanwhile, somehow, finding time to think, dream, create, party, worship, and greet each other with "Namaste! The light in me honors the light in you."

At age 70, there is rarely a moment, now, when I don't see, hear, taste, smell, and feel everything in my sphere of existence without breathtaking awe and wonder. That's why I write poems. —M.G.

OPENING
• Prologue
• 90 Miles from Cuba
• Moth Dream

EVERYTHING
• Astronauts in Love
• Life Itself
• There's Only One
• Sea of Infinity
• Behind the Veil

TINY BLUE MARBLE
• The Black Forest
• Something from Nothing
• DC and the Rest of the Universe
• Who Were Once Our History
• Lament in the Key of Z

GRAY
• Gray
• Marvin's Nowhere Place
• As If
• Because I'm Depressed
• Yellow

VESPERS
• In My Mind
• A Third I
• Can It Be
• The People's Prayer
• Siesta

TAKING OUT THE TRASH
• The Preacher
• Thief of Joy
• She Asked
• Trumpland
• The Wall

CLOSING
• December
• Zero Sum
• A Softer Landing

POSTLUDE
• When Earth Formed