The Cosmos Is Such a Repetitive Mess

There’s a lot of gravel out there.
The asteroids have asteroids,
And they’re all gravel in close-up,

Homely chunks, agglomerations,
Planetary wayside rubble
Circuiting the solar system.

The deeper views look sparklier,
Spangled with stars, with galaxies,
But the pattern’s not that different,

A sprawl of similar splatter
In every direction, as if
Someone spilled diamonds on blacktop.

There’s structure. Of course, there’s structure,
No one’s saying there isn’t, but
Endless gravel’s hidden in it.