Rock not the Boat
O human thing!
Keep her steady,
hold the space impeccably -
that her keel holds true
and she rides the storms,
weathers the just fury of elements
striking her destiny-path;
inherent in ballast and poise.
She is a space-ship -
our ancient, little boulder
as she spins and weaves
around our mother star
with her brethren, sisters
reeling and rollicking along the track
each one, idiosyncratic with attitude,
persona, mien and default agenda.
Across empyrean galactic wastes
she voyages with her motley crew:
mammal, reptile, invertebrate, fungi
biotically embedded in an organic medium
that sustains and revivifies Itself
as she negotiates deathly voids, hellish furnaces, chaotic densities and mind-boggling toxicities.
On which, while which the biped unfolds, evolves and grows
from sapiens to luminous;
a light-embodied creature,
half-way angel, redeemed.
See the new spectrum children!
avatars and Buddhas playing
in the waterways and woodlands;
oldies on park benches,
in their homes and cafes
their dogs taking them for walks;
see them in the hidden heros,
those striving, serving the stricken,
unthanked, unseen
doing their be-ing, whatever it is.
Jan ‘23