Look through the lens of this raindrop,
suspended from a pine needle,
growing fat and ready to fall,
like an expanding universe
before the big crash,
and you will see in its crystal ball
the world turned upside down,
great firs shrunk to stalactites,
and below them a sea of sky.
Think how old the roots of this tree are.
Hazard a guess at the ratio
of clear globes to needles, each tree
a galaxy of planets. And say now, Father,
are we humans caught in forest rain,
or giants pacing the firmament?