Gift

Gift.
Existence.
Personal
existence,
inexplicable
gift.
Life.
Sentience.
Personal
understanding.
Infinite
void.
No sign
of life
beyond
earth.
Alone.
Possibly
only earth.
Yet,
here we
sit.
Moment.
Brief
moment.
Awe, pure
awe.
All that
occurred
for this
smudge
of personal
existence.
This
moment.
Stars born,
die.
Elements
created.
Planets
coalesce.
Life.
Evolution.
Billions
of years.
Countless
iterations
of life.
Thousands
of
generations.
Before.
All that
had to
come
together
before
you.
Creation
made!
Awe!
What a
trip!
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Comments
Hello JP...
What a trip indeed!
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong
Thank you Sparrowsong
Time is not the same for all. Who is to say that a million years for us is not 10 minutes for another? Or that as big as we think we are, we are microscopic to another life form. Perhaps we are just an idea in some beings head. Our place in the universe can never be taken for granted. What a thought provoking poem you have written here! Love it x
Thank you BM,
Contemplating that outside the terrarium offers fertile ground for poetry.
John
Put like that you are right John...life is awesome ..hugs x
Thank you Marion
Glad you liked it.
John