Blot

Imagine a swap—
The whole of Earth for
The Great Red Spot. Why?
Why not? They’re roughly
The same size, and if

One is just a storm
And blur in your mind,
The other the whole
World of history,
Evolution, life,

So what? It could be
The storm, unalive,
Is just as detailed,
Dynamic, patterned,
Rich, informative,

And worthwhile to some
Alien or god.
It’s a terrible lens,
The worst dolly-zoom,
To watch through too long,

To see not just you,
All humans, all art,
But the whole of life
You know to exist,
Swapped for one red spot.