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…

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

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

(18 July 2017)