Landscape

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?

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Written in response to “Landscape” on #introtopoetry