Cosmos (In A Compost Heap)

Photo by Brett Ritchie on Unsplash

That I could drive my fingers 
in, draw down into the Earth — 
and in between the nails
caress a billion jagged things alive
inside: dark, cool, wondrous,
in every grit and angle, none are new
in fact, they are 
but tiny black mirrors
staring up, they too reflecting 
back the smaller world
that between them is as endless
as our own.