This blue-dot world,
far outshone by the surreal ringspan
of big-brother Saturn,
is of so little consequence, any might say,
who was not of Earth.
Countless such dots
evolve then thrive,
their cultures and cataclysms
utterly remote
to a kaleidoscope of far-flung peers.
To be or not to be:
a synchronicity
of force and Deity?
The void is neutral:
no up and down
no left and right
or right and wrong ...
no sound!
Seeing our world so like a jewel
in minuscule under Saturn´s rings -
it rings of magic.
Lark Beltran, Lima, Peru
2 comments:
Lark Beltran, originally from California, has lived in Lima, Peru for many years as an ESL teacher. Over the past several years, quite a few of her poems have appeared in online and offline journals.
A great subject for poetry I think, the incalculable scales of space and the fascinating juxtaposition of the vast and the small...I find myself writing about it a lot.
An evocative poem :-)
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