11-27-2022, 02:01 AM
Stuck
In their hubris, the rich among us think
the kind of traveler they dream of becoming
is something new to history:
in fact, it's to be a refugee.
Through the vastness of space, past stars
newly born, burning brightly,
dying even brighter, or long dead,
we already fly: why seek to loose
ourselves from gravity's tether
and call some other world our mother,
some other star our father,
if not for fear of rebuke?
In their hubris, the rich among us think
the kind of traveler they dream of becoming
is something new to history:
in fact, it's to be a refugee.
Through the vastness of space, past stars
newly born, burning brightly,
dying even brighter, or long dead,
we already fly: why seek to loose
ourselves from gravity's tether
and call some other world our mother,
some other star our father,
if not for fear of rebuke?