A Parable of the Poppy

On a poppy seed is a tiny house,

Dogs bark at the poppy-seed moon,

And never, never do those poppy-seed dogs

Imagine that somewhere there is a world much larger.

The Earth is a seed—and really no more,

While other seeds are planets and star.

And even if there were a hundred thousand,

Each might have a house and a garden.

All in a poppy head. The poppy grows tall,

The children run by and the poppy sways.

And in the evening, under the rising moon,

Dogs bark somewhere, now loudly, now softly.