A Solar System Is Watching
I am reading my eyes in a library mirror.
I had perused a yellow book:
‘Astronomy for Dummies.’
It could be an electric reflection of the light
but I think I see a solar system
looking back at me.
I recognize it from a picture in the yellow book.
It’s my own planetary cluster, although, like the book,
It does not rightly belong to me.
There is a question mark behind planet X, I guess.
and the sun seems to be returning to cosmic sperm.
Jupiter has shrunk to the size of a copper penny
of course it’s hard to judge size in a public library mirror
that needs cleaning.
I see all this in my right eye, in my left eye
a tiny human creature is curled like a fetus in a womb
It is (I assume), a proteogenic me; what else could it be?
Am I being born again, am I going back to God,
is there another book for dummies
I should have read instead?
This and other great universal questions
occupy my mind as I enter my parked car
to drive home.
I take an intergalactic short-cut,
a road that is less busy at this time of day.
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