I stood on my doorstep a clear New Year's night,
Watching the Milky Way dance through the icy sky.
This was a time to count all the stars in heaven:
Not one was hiding, playing, pretending coy semi-blindness,
And (like them, with them) I could see and see and see.
That pin-pricked dark remains still,
Locked forever in my remembering,
A galaxy entire in my mind's eye,
Neurons encompassing nebulae.
Which wonder is the greater?
The universe?
Or those numberless solar systems contained within me?
How can something so big be held by something so small?
How can God lie in a cattle stall?
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