SUPER-EARTH

by Ayn

From where I stood,

It was merely a big black awning

hovering above my view;

In the evening, that is.

But in sunup, without clouds,

It was an inverted stage of majestic blue

From where Sputnik drifted

It was perhaps more out-of-this-world;

Somewhat less literally,

Where behind those white swirls of ozone

Peek all the greens and browns

Sitting atop seventy-five percent of blue

Did she get a view of the Great Wall?

Better ask Neil Armstrong

Or maybe Lyka, for 100% fidelity

How many light years away is Andromeda?

And where (or when) can I meet you

When you're forced inside a black hole?

For thousands of years we've tried to find

A super-earth where life can thrive,

Where we can perpetuate 'life' as we know it.

But year on year only gas dwarfs are met

That, or a whole bunch of rocks and stars,

Telling us, not this time --- maybe not even ever.

I cry when I think of all the glory of Space,

That big black awning hovering my view.

I live a life that's purportedly 'mine'

But it's not, in proportion to the Big Void.

You're just not as big as you imagined.

Not even in proportion to where you stood. #

photo credit: Daily Galaxy