Lump of rock

A swinging loop in time and place,
Kepler reminded us of our place,
no centre, no not that, just moving and
moving through empty endless space.

Not the heart of a grand divine design
when men are first and one of a kind,
no not that, not that at all, a lump of
rock on a string thrown out to die.

That is it, that is all, no more than
earth, no far off Paradise, just this
dot that sits in the heavens and holds
our dreams and carries our futility.

 

4/9/2024