Observable Universe (poem)
- Rei
- May 7
- 1 min read
universes come in infinite forms, including this poem

I, one human out of eight-point-two billion,
take a hearty bite out of my cinnamon toast,
a mere zero-point-zero-zero-zero-one-mile
saccharine speck on my timeline,
and the observable universe
is over ninety-three billion light years across.
The observable universe
is almost one hundred billion light-years long,
but my universe is right here
in this brown cat
curled up like a spiral galaxy in morning sun,
in this man with celestite-blue eyes
that rival all known nebulae,
in this lunar skin that houses a soul that’s not yet scientifically proven—
and according to an astrophysicist named Sara Webb,
we’ll never know the universe’s true diameter.
In a 13.7-billion-year-old cosmos infinitely vast,
my lifespan seems negligible,
but I’ll live as if this life was a generous
slice of toast with extra cinnamon and honey.
(My zero-point-zero-zero-zero-ones may mean
something or
nothing,
but I know one thing:
there are an infinite amount of things
left to observe
and re-observe deeper,
so I choose the path of eternal seeker.)
This is gorgeous 😭 I love those little moments that make us feel in awe of the universe. I've been eating cinnamon toast since we had it together the other day!