Orbit

I ask the same question once again of the world as it spins never daring to deviate from its set path around the sun It remains silent as it has always been like a lost pharaoh’s tomb buried deep under desert sands I pose it to the universe ever expanding fearlessly into the unknown receiving no response It’s far too busy to bother itself with such silliness from a single speck of humanity whose existence is meaningless but a blip, the blink of an eye, a single heartbeat in the history of time I humbly beg and plead of some distant, detached deity I’ve never believed in after all it, or he, or she or they have never believed in me hoping for an answer to my simple query the torch I soaked in kerosene awaiting a spark remains dark as I blindly bumble and stumble plodding my own orbit over the same familiar ground the once green grass under my feet trod down flat and brown