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 stars and planets dwarf us and on the other hand the trivial snow flakes make us a universe in ourselves. We can either be awed by the vulnerable 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