I think about a bumper sticker I once saw:
"Picture Whirled Peas."
Perhaps I am to think of an ocean
of green legumes joining hands;
this is hard to do,
so let's start small.
I'll visualize instead pea soup shoved out of a can,
no water added yet,
clinging together en masse
as it stands upright in the microwave bowl,
waiting for me to add tapwater
and three minutes of electromagnetic flux.
Now I'm ready to start seeing the world:
a blue green portion of space,
turning on its slightly askew axis
as it tries to come together
in some sort of unified mix
of greenery, gravity, and water.
There, I've got it,
something also like stone soup:
enough to magically feed
all its creatures and renew itself.
No harder to picture, really,
than the whole mystery
of why we're on this ride to begin with,
clinging to a stone in space.