Virgin Galactic
August spider webs become thick as February snow wisps
Accumulating on our window sills
If each of us
All eight billion
Could stand in line in gardens and beside the sea
And wait our turn
To blast far up in outer space
And spend two minutes
Gazing down to our primate planet Earth
Through a little window
Perfectly fit to the size of all our faces
I think
The wonder
Of smallness and largeness and its great indifference
Could make it so that no human being
Would dare think of themselves as alone
Or desperate
Or insignificant
Ever again
We’d all believe
And killing would end.
Copyright © Robert Trezise Jr. | Year Posted 2023
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