secrets of the universe

what is it about looking at the night sky

that offers the larger meaning of life?

cataloguing stars into constellations,

realising what 'midnight blue' looks like

only when you discern the shadowed outline

of a half moon from the clear sky,

working out which unblinking dot is saturn

(or is that in fact jupiter?)

and watching the moon sink

into the horizon, if you linger.

why is it that staring into an infinite space

that will continue to exist after you are long gone

makes you feel important,

but looking at the brick-like cells on an onion peel 

through a microscope which exists because of you

makes you feel meaningless?