Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 17 (March 1998).
Flat on my back
I grasp the grass,
hold on tight to Rocket Earth,
as it twirls on axis,
wobbles and spins,
in elliptical orbit,
falling into the Sun,
tumbling through galaxies
outward bound,
riding the curve
on the Einstein Express.
Space is so vast
(and we so small)
we don’t even notice
the spin or the fall,
but hurry and scurry,
eyes to the ground,
unaware of the mysteries
scattered around.
Newtonian men
on Hawking’s scale,
in blue-shifted travel
on infinity’s trail. *
Poem copyright ©1998 by Jean King
Illustration copyright ©1998 by Romeo Esparrago
