A bacteriophage virus

Sits snugly inside a germ

Which looks up

Not comprehending that

It lies on the surface

Of the eye of an ant

Who stands guard outside her nest,

A miniature citadel.

The ant looks up at the sky,

Not knowing that her home is hidden

In the garden of an observatory.

And here the astronomer looks up

Through her telescope

Trying to imagine what wonders

She might find.

Only aware

That beyond our universe

Is a multiverse,

A greater Realm,

Infinite possibilities acted out

Infinite times

With infinite variations.

And perhaps,

A spiritual world

That makes our realm

Look smaller than

A pea.

Heavens Above!

Paul Butters