I prefer not to think about the fact that we’re hurtling through the vastness of space on a tiny ball (a poem)

Apparently, what I think about when I first wake up in the morning…

1
From my present vantage point
living in a major metropolitan area
in 21st-Century America
I can take comfort
in living a few blocks
from the nearest grocery store
a couple of miles
from the nearest book store
and a few miles
from the nearest hospital

I can feel less alone
when I see all those stars
in the midnight sky
despite the competing light
thrown up by the city

I can pretend
that my fellow human beings and I
are all in this together
even as we try our best
to avoid each other after dark

2
In space
there are no freeway exits
and the nearest anything
is light years away

(18 July 2017)

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