Look Up, Down and Out

The substance of the cosmos

Is mostly the kind of stuff

That is trivial and dull,

Repetitive waves and dust.

It’s grand to say, the cosmos,

But look at what this world’s got

Between the stars, very much

Of what the side of a road

Has got, what’s next to a boat

Going on and on and out—

Minuscule variations,

Stones in the way, waves for days.