Wink

Others would call you a dreaming face,
your body dotting a mountainside,
you sifting through a space called
incomprehensible sky,
see a humming rhythm to our galaxy,
dime-sized to you,
vast to a breeze;
It takes a moment to see it all,
then being it, swinging its various balls:
Jupiter, Neptune, Saturn, Mars,
Moons, more moons, red stars, blue stars,
Comets whipping through Saturns rings,
Pluto swinging to the whole machine,
Jellybeans scattered in a vacuum jar,
galloping, galloping in clockwork march;
You tell a possum about this new-found thing;
He looks at you, winks
and goes back to sleep.