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.