It Is Everything, It Is

​It is everything. It is 
The swinging of the planet, it is
Its faith in its track, it is
The churning foam of space, the fizz

Of rules that point at everywhere
Invisible, the spring of being
And the dancing quark, and how
They bend together, blend, agreeing

With a will that generates 
A cubic inch of space, some light
Or dark matter, some hydrogen,
Amino acid riding on the night

Side of some misshapen rock,
And every asteroid finds its place,
The island universe, each blur
A galaxy, spinning in its space.