What a lovely poem. I was drawn to it by the title. Did you write this with a specific image in mind? It makes me think of a star nebula with stars continually forming. At the same time it also reminded me of the earth beginning. I love your words and the way they sift into one another's rhythm. 

This brings to my mind an image of things heartbreakingly ancient. I love your word choice, "globes of rock: red, rough, sighing into sand..." Things forever changing to be found again. A really beautiful piece.

Wow. I really like the last line; it totally changes the image that I got from the poem. Before it was all worlds beginning and great distant things, which I can be in awe of, but from which I feel detached, too. The last line brought all these cosmic happenings together like the lost and found table at an elementary school.

Anyway, I think it is a really great poem and I admire the way you use so few words to create such a powerful image and feeling.