Curly Spiral Galaxy

Little sunflower out there,
Flower of suns, it’s fun
To read astronomers

Calling it an island
Universe, measuring
It to about the size

Of our own galaxy
Our island universe,

As if they were units
Like planets, galaxies,
As if you could get rock

Fever from the constraints
Of being confined
To such a mere island.

You will never explore
Even the island’s shore.