I
Current theories cite the possibility of an infinite number of universes
making up a multiverse.
Our universe might be just one of countless others.
In mathematical terms, that’s incomprehensible to the umpteenth power.

II
Once it was believed that the earth was at the center and the sun went around it.
Not so.
Other revelations followed:
Our sun is just a medium-sized star;
Our Milky Way Galaxy is just another spiral galaxy, among billions of others,
all sizes and shapes, all consisting of billions of stars.

III
And now, our universe might be just another garden variety universe.
Bubble, alternative, parallel universes abound.
And dozens of Big Bangs, no end of Big Bangs.
“It’s not personal; it’s just science,” said the astrophysicist,
But it is personal.

IV
Call me universe-centric, but I’m attached to this universe, and not
in a clingy way either.
It has local charm, familiar unfathomability.
And don’t forget its contents—all those supernovas, colliding galaxies,
baby stars, black holes—they have to still count for something!
Despite this pending proliferation, I’m still partial. Always will be.
No matter what.