Beneath the stars,
The moon a speckled general in the sea,
Up seems weak to convey their heights,
They go beyond my reach,
Yet higher still I know the depths recede,
Beyond my comprehension firmly at the peak,
Till all the starry hosts are generals on the seas.

Hefty bag,
Laying deep into my shoulders,
A burden of utility, civility,
And a little bit of food.

Maybe one day,
My shoulders in dismay,
Will sit battered,
And ponder...
...the weight of knowledge.