Immensity by A. Gautam When I gaze at the stars scattered across a dark plate like a million bits of popcorn, my fingers lose the count. When I look at the mountain top— pounds of vanilla ice cream scooped on a big rock, first my hat drops, then my jaw. And next to the ocean shore a deep bowl of blue Kool-Aid, I shrink with the ant. In the vast universe, I am as small as small can be.