The Viewing Field

What if cells we could see under a stereo microscope Were indeed stars and galaxies- each an entire world within. And what if we are all like cells on an aged agar plate A few here and there clustered. A little bioluminescent. A few others lacking luster and barely-there as tiny dots.

And what if our entire globe was just the viewing field Of a stereo microscope, awaiting a pipette’s poke. And what if all stars in the sky, planets, suns, and moons Are simply particles in a viewing field larger than we can glean.

Where do we fit in all of this? Would our fragile human egos hurt To know what the cells think of themselves? And what the constellations think of us? Or perhaps would our suffering be greater Knowing they do not think about us at all?

And then where do we fit all the pain, Suffering, heartache, and vexation That comes from plain human existence - With grandiosity feeding it’s sustenance?

Even as we build worlds within a world Let’s not be quick to forget The universe is maybe just a view field Through a lens larger than our life’s eye.