We find we are here
but a few spins round the sun,
divided in days.
~
We occasionally think
of our small world arcing on its course
through the massive void of space.
~
Mostly we forget.
Our blue and sunlit bubble,
here, our line of sight.
Poems written by Nicholas Rowe, from the small island of Guernsey in the Atlantic Ocean.
We find we are here
but a few spins round the sun,
divided in days.
~
We occasionally think
of our small world arcing on its course
through the massive void of space.
~
Mostly we forget.
Our blue and sunlit bubble,
here, our line of sight.
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