isn’t it crazy that right now
we’re hurtling through space
at reckless speeds,
orbiting a ball of
fire and radiance while stars
rush by in inconsequential streaks
and nebulae ripple here and there in sparkling shades of
mauve and gold?
isn’t it crazy that right now
winds from the other side of the universe
are brushing at the edges
of our atmosphere,
scattering cosmic debris in every direction
and sending asteroids into a
wild galactic tumble?
and isn’t it crazy that we never
stop to think of
the infinite galaxy we’re suspended in
or the tangle of constellations
around us
we seem to be busy with better pursuits,
snapping selfies and starting wars
and other human things