#APoemADay - Day 7 – World from Above

#APoemADay - Day 7 – World from Above

I shoot up in my tiny time pod

Far, far beyond the clouds

Bursting out through the fiery

Rim of the planetsphere

Into the realm of stars and planets.

I pitch about in the space debris

Amongst shards of star dust

Rocky bits of asteroids

And orbiting satellites

Until I find the perfect spot

To view the play of time

Moving across the planet.

From this vantage point

I watch the flicker of civilisations

Rising and falling through time,

The ignition of voluptuous volcanoes

Bursting in red craters and flaming petals

Across the vast terrain of the planet’s skin.

I watch the drift of continents

Towards and away from one another,

The kiss of beaches meeting

And melding to become deserts,

The tips of mountaintops emerging

From titanic tectonic collisions.

I track toxic trail of chemicals

Clouding the clear blue sky.

I see swirls of plastic islands

And fake beaches appear

Whilst blobs of oil blot

The surface of aqua oceans,

Slowly sinking and suffocating

Life beneath the waves.

I see luscious swathes

Of greenery rapidly diminish

As towers of concrete and glass

Pepper the planet’s face.

And from here in this vast space

I send my deepest plea

Not in HTML or Morse

But a simple plea of the heart

To preserve and reverse

The devastating destruction

That threatens this precious planet -

To tread carefully, oh so carefully

On the beautiful belly of the earth

And to understand life’s truth worth

And what is truly worth saving.

Not towers and skyscrapers,

Not the latest laptop or flash car,

Not the catwalk gown or designer handbag,

Not stocks, shares or metal coins

Not stacks of paper printed

With the faces of the kings and queens

Who’ve marched across the plains of time,

Not our transitory markings and trails -

Illusory attempts to carve out

Whose is whose and what belongs where -

For from here in space I see no maps

No FTSE index, no calendar, no clocks.

From here I see only

The majestic, magical turning

Of this marvellous marble

In the refracted light of the sun,

Its pulsing tides magnetised by

The mysterious orbit of its moon

Here I hear only the hum of life itself –

The rhythmic music of these orbs

Songs that sing in our cells

And the cycles of our breaths

Calling us to listen and remember,To find our way home.

Inspired by the weekly #CreativeSprint prompt - www.creativesprint.co

Week 1 - Imagine you are looking down at the earth from a satellite, (or look at where you are right now on Google Earth) making something inspired by this perspective