The Speckled Universe
I see fragments of a sun
split by infinities
into the normal parameters:
Earth, space, stars.
All black, except for
the speckled space
that everything is composed of.
But I can't stop there;
inside the wieldy atom
protons, nucleons, quarks
split sub-infinitesimally into
further components. Lurks
behind any of them,
fragmentary meteorites,
the face of the aliens?
Should I smile politely?
The humming world goes by;
inside a test-tube, whole galaxies,
millions of worlds, that it would take
all of our evolution to cross to
over a great divide
might be living
breathing
the fire of existence.
What goes on inside
the elements
what goes on outside
this frosty hole?
Look, the world our Earth
is only one of many
green, blue and white-wisped
worlds and
shall we still be alone?
© george wicker 2006