Wednesday, March 2, 2016

East and west

There are no directions in space, east or west

Created by an interstellar dance, the gulf is enormous

Between humans, welcoming the morning sun

At different times, minds wake sequentially

There is beauty in that non uniformity, if all get up and go

Instantaneously without warning, there will be no one left

To pack up and throw away what’s left behind, a universe

With billions of suns, each with the power to create

What we are seeking to destroy, nature could shift its focus

In a heartbeat, to those distant specks, seen by telescopes

With radios for eyes, it is time to unite, this cycle of waking

And sleeping will go on, east or west, it does not exist on the inner map