Our galaxy, such as our meager minds can tell,
is contained in such a vast, unfettered form.
Spinning like a top across the cosmos, for eons
expanding, evolving, growing, dying,
planets and stars bound in dense rock cores.
In our finiteness on this planet called Earth,
we walk upon boulders that have born scars
and deep gouges grinding down great mountains.
The wages paid under the harsh sun, rains, winds,
unseen but ever-present are the volcanic steaming,
stewing cauldrons of alchemy spewing forth rocks.
Unsettling, for sure, is man’s doing.
Rocks, man sees not, are steadily binding, building,
growing, gnashing one plate upon another and another.
Then when Mother Nature herself has had enough
She tosses near-unimaginable volumes of rock
upward.
Only once again, over millions of years
we, humans, press and mold what we claim is ours.
Earth folded into metamorphic rock,
man calls coal, and polish as diamonds, or harvest
as marble, or watch floods shift sheeted layers,
densely formed limestone and sandstone wiping
out man’s houses, cars, and roads.
We are warned, the signs glaring.
Uncontrolled, excessive, never constrained,
Is this madness as mankind builds upon a rock,
using steel formed from rock. Then we seal
the seams in wet viscous rock-forming concrete,
All the while, we throw unimaginable
mounds of dollars made from the ever-shrinking
forests at the unknown, untested, long-term
solutions to save the Earth …
These all might not be the wise and surest
building blocks for a rock spinning round and round
in a galaxy with so much unknown... might I suggest
look to the heavens praying and explore.
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