Proportion

Through a pair of cheap binoculars,
Birthday treat for a starstruck boy,
I look backwards into time
Before the human race began
To a patch of light
Shapeless, meaningless, more distant
Than mind can grasp
Yet our nearest neighbour on another scale.
What matters life or love or death of such as we?
Until a gentle hand urges me put down my toy
And the night sky is eclipsed in her smile.