Where on the ridge of life
Do we dwell?
Desert people speaking loudly of God,
Corner the world for someone else.
And jungle men waiting for love
Are living free with their wonderful life.

Where on Earth have
The rest of us been?
Us mere Earthlings.
This solitary spec teeming and alive
In the Heliosphere.
Do we drift through the Cosmos,
Like Galactic Hobos?
No place ever like home,
We are the spinners
All of a Zero.
We know what is best,
Don't we?

©2019 Christopher Thompson All rights reserved

Written in response to “Landscape” on #introtopoetry

Lifelessness on Earth 🌍 Pt 1

There is a place for grayness. The colours of life are not that of the Zebra, neither are they of the Solar; those aged photons of fusion. Mostly we are mere victims of the geography, no more, no less. The heat is on. This area of the Cosmos is becoming the place of the deserted. If the life enforcer turns its back on us, then the end times will be a tad more than a nuclear winter or even night.

And then there is the matter of all this Carboness. That two faceted element. The hard or the soft, you decide.

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