Millions of worlds apart
and thousands of words
are missing
between the space
we created for ourselves.
We stop conversations,
mute or misuse them,
while the big ice rocks fall apart,
like our lives when we refuse
to listen to ourselves.
This world is scary,
full of angry people,
but Earth remembers
and promises to color
our dreams and hopes
with gold dust extracted
from the deep, dark, daunting
place we call space.
And right into that moment
we glow furiously;
full of celestial body magic,
we dive back into the blues
and the greens of our reality,
the worlds we build
and the ones we destroy,
conquering one more day
from the eons that await us.
Photo: Livraria Lello, Porto, Spring of 2019, Portugal. Minolta Hi-Matic S, Rokkor lens, Kodak Portra, ISO 400, 35mm film.