Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
like a snowflake falling on water. Below us,
some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death,
snaps on his yard light, drawing his sheds and barn
back into the little system of his care.
All night, the cities, like shimmering novas,
tug with bright streets at lonely lights like
The entirety of the galaxies and universe is somewhat beyond our comprehension. On one hand, the grandiosity of the stars and planets dwarf us and on the other, trivial snowflakes make us feel like a universe. We can either be awed by the place we have in this world- in contrast to the heavenly bodies- or we can be bothered by little instances and trivialities of life.
Title: In Thy Nature
Year of Poem: 1939
Writer: Ted Kooser
Birthplace of Writer: United States