Galaxies
Averting my vision
I can see the smudge
Of a billion or more suns,
Many light years away.
They have telescopes as well, I think,
And I might blush in this torpid state;
For I am an ant-
They have fortresses of clarity.
The night moves on,
So I swing to another galaxy.
This one is in collision-
What suffering there must be.
If I stare into the blank regions
Of space, calmly in tune,
The chirping of earth-life all around,
I will only see the back of my head.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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