I wrote a poem recently which I thought Hubski might enjoy.

Look Up

I dream of a world where people look up

so they see color, past the petty things

and into the great galaxy

graciously begging to be pondered

I dream of a world where people look up

where people look past our great blue sky

past the birds and the planes and our insignificant little lives

and out to the cosmos

where the answers lie

I dream of a world where people think beyond themselves

think to dream to see to understand what lies beyond

beyond this little blue dot we call home

this small, little, blemish in the great macrocosm

of what we observe to be the only existence we know

I dream on, as only dreamers can

as I do, of a promised land

not of god, but of men

of real little people, and real great thinkers

even perhaps the slightly odd tinkerers

that inhabit our little blue dot

I dream of a blue dot marred not through black blasts and slate scraps

of our measly scuffles

which the great Beyond passes by

as mere, fleeting moments

in a time which isn't ours

Our lives, though they be rough

are small in the large which we may not yet know

but we can still imagine

what the world could be with compassion

Dream on, fellow dreamers, and when it all goes to shit

Look up.

~

demure

December 2013