Dimensions

By Andrew R. Duckworth

There’s a cosmic battlefield
That hangs on my bedroom wall.
Splashes of gold and bronze
Against a deep, dark purple.
Lines tracing trails of life
Somewhere in distant space,
Projected from the mind
Of an unknown man
With wild ideas about the universe.
I’m not sure of the exact dimensions
Of that painting on the wall,
Just as I’m uncertain of dimensions
Of space, if not endless.
But I wonder if there’s space enough
For the wild and whimsical
Of the human imagination.