A Poem. Our Place.
26 April 2013
I, like us all, am transitory,
A metamorphosed cannibal cluster of quarks,
As old as the universe,
But todays bones are tomorrows stones,
In stratigraphy we reside,
For a goodly part of our ride,
In company of all quarks everywhere.
Look long and hard at the strata,
It holds vitally important data,
For there will be thee,
Compressed alongside of me,
Todays bones are tomorrows stones,
Marriage of commoners far and wide,
Riding the cosmic tide,
This is our common place, temporarily the human race,
From Big Bang to eternity,
In one such stripe squished in ash and sparkling radioactive elements,
Awaits a place for all humanity,
Standing here with my wonder struck eyes,
I see my heaven am already there.
Jorma Jyrkkanen,
26 April 2013
- Current Mood:
thoughtful
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