Three views of the universe

I am sitting on a park bench,

 a pool of sunlight before me,

 a cosmos of flies

are stars in Brownian motion.

A city park after midnight.

I am arrested by moths in lamp-light,

their sudden brilliance, meteorites

streaking from invisibility to invisibility.

A stream in afternoon sunlight,

 the innumerable scintillations, pulsing.

Again I see the universe;

and, like beauty, it has no scale.