Among one hundred billion galaxies
where I am so minuscule,
just one tiny soul in the oceans of many
does my life have meaning?
Do I ask what has no answer?
Am I pompous to make such a query?
If I subdue the haughty ego
does the question go away?
Would having an answer serve the world,
save us from grief
dry an eye
listen to a traveler’s story?
Whether the answer is “Yes” or “No”
or even “It doesn’t matter”
let me go out in the world and join the many
for much work is left to be done.