Look over the house-filled valleys
To where the sky clamps:
Sun smashed,
Moon melted,
Star-pricked
Dome.

Sombre hint of God’s abyss,
What secrets you might hold!

What mist veiled,
Sun hazed oceans,
Teem with life?
Sky locked lands,
Coiled, cluttered, acrawl,
Even citied:
Glorious,
Empired science.

No less hidden than
Microscopic worlds:
Cultured citadels, or just
Bacteria battles under thickening forests
On kitchen floors?

Electron planet orbits neutron sun,
Vast expanse
To creatures formed of,
Well,
Of what?

Paul Butters

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/infinity-16/