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The Great Universe

by Hicham El Qendouci

I am but a small atom still remaining
From the beginning of the great blast
When creating the universe
Fifteen billion years ago.


I am a nucleus that has survived
In the interstellar nebular cloud
And in the rocky magma
Dissolved in the ground.

Born and poured into body and nerves,
Into consciousness and perception,
I am headed to the eternal unknown,
Over green lawns, lightning flashes,
Stormy winds, and the cries of birds.

Across a grain of sand from the oldest hourglass
I walk slowly toward the horizon,
Looking for the wonders of the universe:
Black holes, red giants, and white dwarfs.

It is possible that if I missed the road
Somewhere in space
As one of the subatomic particles,
A gift of smoke, where lust is nothing,
I might not have seen
This very green world,
Or heard its voice call,
Or caught the scent
Of the strange mythical
incense of the place.

What are planets and stars and galaxies
When compared to You, but
Silent blocks, dead glowing gases,
Shouts without echo,
Infinity without end?
I am worthless dust,
The poor defaulter
For flashing moments,
Who contemplates the great universe,
Absorbs eternal music
And sings eternal songs.

I hunt among the particles of days,
Jump into evening's boat,
And fill my hunting backpack
With the fragrance of violets,
With the green of marine algae,
And with glowing moonlight.

What a blessing of God
That human beings who live in this world
Are part of galaxies that spin with majesty
In a sea that whispers intimate secrets
About the universe's infinite oval.

I know that life seems endless,
Whether here, around us, on Earth,
Or in the universe's distant depths.

If it happens that on the final day,
When our sun has exhausted its nuclear fuel
And becomes a star hanging silently in space
As a white dwarf, its center heavy elements
Of particles converged until they cling,
And Earth dies like the rest of the solar system,
We will already have gone within ionic spaceships
To Earth's twin in a distant galaxy,
Where we can plant our seeds
And live together in harmony.


© 2023 Hicham El Qendouci

Hicham El Qendouci is an experienced science fiction and fantasy writer with some published poems. His poems have appeared in Black Petals, Polu Texni, Star*Line, The Creativity Webzine and e-stories.

Find more by Hicham El Qendouci in the Author Index.