Nursery_of_New_Stars_NASA_public domain

(Image: Nursery of New Stars. NASA, public domain)

You. Me. The tea-colored
water of Tumble Creek.
The red-winged blackbird

wearing his colors
like a badge. The swaying
cat-tails. The soft

soil in my garden.
The beetle that rolls
dung into little balls.

The dung balls. The sun
that slants light to earth,
drawing up green life.

The celestial bodies
blinking down from heaven like
something special,

something glorious,
something far above and beyond.
All things, at some

fundamental level
made of the same swirling particles
as my very hand.