The Esoteric Sky

Past the ant on the branch near by
Over the oak leaf twisting high
and right above the blue birds nest
is the clear blue esoteric sky. 
What substance is this made of?
This glass reflecting down?
Is is soft to touch and flagrant
Or granite hard and sound.
And above this mystic fortress,
that is tickled by the clouds
What lies beyond this plasma
So far above the ground.
Is a giant staring down at us
Its mouth a gaping arch
its eyes the sun and moon
with a constellation heart.
Or perhaps a simple particle
In blackness time and space,
A neutron or electron
A sparking interface.
Past the tiny caterpillar,
The hawk in gifted flight
An astronomical particle 
From the esoteric sky.