On a seed of poppy is a tiny house.

Inside it are people, a cat and a mouse.

Outside in the yard, a dog barks at the moon.

Then, in his one world, he sleeps until noon.

The earth is a seed, and nothing more.

And that seed’s a planet, and that seed’s a star.

And even if there were a hundred thousand

Each seed would contain a house and a garden.

All in a poppyhead. They grow taller than hay.

The children run through, and the poppy plants sway.

And, in the evening, when the moon is aloft,

Your hear the dogs barking, first loudly then soft.