The globe

suspended in its cradle

thrusting forward its most prominent aspects

swept into view

with a dark side concealed

and in aquamarine

a place I knew so well,

for it was here I stood

 

as, like a skydiver, arms outstretched

my curiosity aroused, considered

how without a moving pulse

heart still, not beating with tides

winds, joy

silent as death how safe it was.

 

Was this to be then the only evidence

rolled into the ashes, a memory

of discoverers, kings and thieves

and patient evolution too?