little race,
Big Universe.
i stand on tiny asphalt mountain
staring at the Final Frontier
wondering who is staring back
at me, afraid to wonder if there
could be no one at all but
the old photographs of stars stuck
into our eyes from a vast number of
years ago.
It seems a distant truth-- the lack of
solitude,
the unknowable brethren,
the boundless eternal that envelopes
and haunts our minuscule rock--
that we are isolated
yet hardly alone,
though so restricted and
vainglorious.
we conquered Nature
with our concrete, our steel
and our bone,
only to turn to the
outward abyss
and wonder
why
?