The Chances -------------------------------------------
There was a little blue earth with a cracked ice moon
that spun around a bright gold star.
and a big black void that was known as Sky
stretching infinitely far.
There were clouds that floated here and there
plus a few odd satellites
and a thousand twinkles sparkling
like small diamonds shining bright.
The little earth was marble-sized, but it held
such wondrous things:
things that moved and swayed and crawled within
the texture of its blues and greens.
But there was no god sitting in the Sky
in a palace made of gold
like the little things that moved and crawled
through their finite lives prayed for.
There was one blue earth with one white moon,
one of billions in the black void sky,
and it circled one of a thousand stars
that gave off bright gold light.
Of all unknown intelligence
existing throughout space,
what luck it was to meet you here
in this little blue-green place.
This poem tells itself as a lovely story. It feels almost like a fairy tale. The magic in it is so profound, because the magic is what most of us call "science' or "chance". It shows life as the miracle. Life itself. Not some greater, larger thing beyond life, but what we have right here right now. And most miraculous of all is that we have each other to share it with. And we have the chance to love.
i don't know wow...makes me ponder that inevitable question...is there a soul-mate out there for each of us...and will we find that person with all the chance meetings and chance misses...
this is well worded--i like the play on colors..and i like how this piece weaves back on itself in the last stanza...like it goes out there in space but knows it is going to eventually find its way back...just like we might eventually find that perfect other.
This piece is simply wonderful. I've always been amazed by the vastness of the universe and the infinitesimal existence we lead in it. Moreover, it's even more astounding to me that any of us can meet the "right" person during our brief lifetime here.
but there was another planet. and the concepts bred from misconception unfurled into science, and the little movements made devices. mixed them into themselves and created machines big enough to take the world with them. creating the gods and heavens with subjectivity of definition. with an understanding of equivocation and an endless depth of imagination. the human race filled every stone hurled into the nothingness moved by chance and fueled by mathematics. save your own Sum Of Unique Language Systems from the Sequentially Integrative Nuerosis..........
(hey it's possible that buzz aldrin had a god complex and he sat in sky. well floated, but still< he might have had a gold watch which is a world for bacteria)