Are you there yet?

Have you reached the stratosphere?

Look out, look out of your porthole

Tell me what you see

 

Is your space capsule given up

to the beautiful rolling blanket of stars

Is there peace

Or just handfuls of cold emptiness

To betray our quiet dreams of growing up

 

Is there peace, explorer

Can you bring back a sample

They put us on the blue one, we made it to the grey

Stop and watch the blue one now

gets redder every day

 

Do I care any more what sense I make to them

Just my footsteps echo in the landing crater

And a universe of hope

Looking up at the rise

Of our great majestic blue

Against a starfield of aeons

 

Just this one time, explorer

Turn off your cabin lights and listen to my voice

Interrupt your sequence and look out the porthole

 

Is there a different beauty there, a different truth

Or are you going away through hallways of starlight

 

Explorer, do you copy?

 

photo c/o Jeremy Geddes