Out past Jupiter thirty or so miles

my Earth

is a speck and beyond that where

I wonder

are the answers to whom or what

do we owe

this amazing magnificent universe

with birds

singing and cicadas crawling out

of ground

after a long seventeen-year sleep?

And why...

...why here or in any other galaxy

should love

between any two or more creatures

be thought 

offensive to Whomever or Whatever

sparked life

into dark matter and darker energy

and protons

together with neutrons and electrons

and minerals?

Don’t trust soothsayers with answers

bigger

than their questions and doubt.

This is Dorothy's House...

Not the Wizard of Oz's

Dorothy... 

but a Dorothy even more adventurous

than the one from Kansas.

...and those guava blossoms 

are blooming on Dorothy's tree...

and appropriately there is a band playing

in a bandstand by a railroad station

just down the road.

...And back at home

my hummingbird chicks are quickly outgrowing

the nest their mother made.