The Universe is an Endless Pomegranate

Once all of its infinite seeds
were bundled together
at the very center
of the pomegranate.

Until o ne by o ne
they packed up and hiked off
through the thick fruit
towards the rumored rind.
Each seed picked a different direction
and they split,
unaware that the rind itself was on the move.

Now you stand alone
in what was once the very center
of the pomegranate
looking up at the night sky
and the spaces you see
are really the holes dug
by those seeds.

You can still catch glimpses
of the slower ones
twinkling with ambition.