I look up
Into the heavens and I wonder
How ***** of gas and chemicals
Grow to sizes unimaginable
And live for eons
Only to burst into intergalactic lightshows,
Lose those lights altogether
And become darkness itself
How planets, much like our own Mother
But lightyears away and seemingly devoid
Of intelligent life forms
Continue to exist in shared space and time
Yet to be explored by the human race
How the universe
Shrouded in mystery; the final frontier perhaps
Growing exponentially larger by the second
Houses what we call "home"
Which, in comparison, is nothing
A tiny speck on the canvas of life
I look back down and I wonder
How is it that, despite our insignificance to the heavens above,
How seemingly meaningless our existence is
To the stars and planets beyond our reach
That I have found home
In warm smiles
In long embraces
In gentle words and phrases
In all these little, "insignificant" things
I have found all the more significant