A very, very, very, very weak attempt at
the Thai Khlong Suparb poetry form -
An idea suggested by Emily
on a topic suggested by an idea from Bulletcookie
Gratitude to Douglas Adams will be found
locked in a filing cabinet in a disused room in the basement
We are all hitchhikers of the spirit
Thumbing a ride to the moon and stars
And we fall for a pause on Mars
On our tide of discovery
And then swing an orbit around
An errant earthling satellite
Sweetly sing to its blinking light
While riding along on a comet
Do the stars have a guide to us?
We study our home galaxy
But does our galaxy study you and me?
We are all hitchhikers of the spirit!