Swaddled in magnetosphere,
gently rocked
on an arm of our Milky Way mother,
we begin to learn from
our grandmother galaxies.
Their shining countenances
have travelled light years to enlighten us,
with tales of their own turbulent and chaotic youth.
At bedtime,
They soothe us
with stories that seem like fairy tales.
They tell us about Goldilocks —
a zone of immense improbability and precision
we’ve somehow found just right.