Perspective

If I could walk around the Milky Way
and beyond the Pleiades
and then look down upon this Earth
the Amazon would be a dew,
Victoria Falls a mist,
and Everest so petite against the sky
to seem a pebble, and

strewn across this lesser lump of clay
are peoples, places, things and things,
valleys filled with daffodils,
elephants, and whippoorwills,
battlefields and lovers' nests,
and England, France, the Portuguese,
histories, philosophies, our family trees,

a geography written on the tip of a pin
so small that if I hold up my thumb
it would all disappear,
if I could walk around the Milky Way.