(My body is a microcosm.)
 

My eyes are the fluttering wings of a butterfly

With a blue morpho shine like Orion’s Rigel

My skin is the golden-brown grass of the Savannah

Blushed red with the desert rust of Mars

My blood runs like the waters of Finland

Flowing continuously like the rivers of Titan

My thoughts are the streetlights in Singapore

Never-ending stars in the blackest night sky

My heart is the sleeping dragon of Antarctica,

The lava lake of Erebus, the red storm of Jupiter

My emotions are an explosive supernova

On the surface I appear serene as a nebula

Anger drives me wild like the oceans at Cape Horn

Hatred colours me black as the Iceland beach

Sometimes all I see is a leafless tree, a setting sun;

I’m the fractured Silfra, the cosmic cracks in the Universe

But I ride the storm as a seasoned sailor

Watching the auroras over the black-sand beauty.

Leaves grow back even on the barest of trees

Shining brighter than ever, the sun returns daily.

The cracked Silfra is vibrant with life,

My seams are lined with bright gold, Kintsugi

My mistakes are my heartbeat

As essential as the black holes in a galaxy

Each spin of the Earth brings a new me

Each breath that I take is a gift to use wisely.

My body is a microcosm

My mind is the macro

My body is stardust

My mind is the universe

I am merely human.