What is Space?

As if a photograph of the night sky
were cut and taped
over the far end
of a lensless telescope.

Or is it nothing more, to be cruel,
than the sleepy view from the train
as we race to a workplace?

Better still,
it could be an ornamental handle,
fixed onto a door-shaped section
of impenetrable wall.

Truth to be told,
it is the garden of our metaphors
flowering on the dark walls,
our godsend in the well.