All in the world that meets my eyes
when I choose to look beyond
creations of man's collossal will
all is such to cause me pause
and regard the explosive truth
that this granite orb we habit
is whirling through sparkling seas
we call nebulas and galaxies
that the lowliest form of life
replicates in a muddy pool
and exchanges organic molecules
into something plants must have to live
that inside the trunk of a cypress tree
that forty years ago died
is enough atomic energy calmly residing
to rival in release for a spell
the brilliance of any number of suns
all quite sufficient to enter my mind
and blast into bits the stubborn belief
that I am master of my destiny
Loved it! These "explosives" can become scary things, as they become more abundant, and fall into fanatical hands. As for our existence on this globe, and the likewise amazing other species that share it with us, we must find ways to co-exist, or die off sequentially. WE are a linked bio-system, interdependent, functioning as one. As to our ride through space, it is the epitomy of wonder. I read and follow space exploration with wide eyes, yet I can go only so far before I become humble and feel insignificant. Just gazing at the 'Hubble' photos leaves me speechless, such beauty and magnitude together.
Your poem touches on all these "that meet" your "eyes." You address them in introspect, you give your viewpoint, while at the same time entertaining the reader and pulling them along to your pointed conclusion. It smacks of "things are out of control" and you're right, they are.
A few suggestions (minor) : L10 One too many "that"s, drop this one. L13 Drop "to know." L18 Too close a repeat of "enough", try "sufficient."
A very well presented synopsis of the human condition. It explores our fears and our awe. It lays bare our inner soul-searched questions and leaves us wondering what to do. Terrific poem.