Cosmic Castaways

Cosmic Castaways
by denny


There is no escaping it.
We live at the bottom of a gravity well
created by the enormous sagging weight
of our own home planet.
Surrounded by the four-dimensional fabric
which serves as the backdrop of our existence.

Stuck as we are, we strain
to catch even a glimmer
of that which is beyond our reach.
We search the heavens
like castaways on a deserted island
hoping for a "message in a bottle"
from the far reaches of space
to prove that we are not really alone.

In our search, we see only misshapen images
like looking through a clouded window,
smudged by our ever-present fingerprints
and veiled by distorted expectations,
believing we can somehow separate ourselves
from that which we expect to find.

As we search the heavens for answers
what we find are only more questions.
The Universe sings to us, a low murmur
echoing the first moments after it's birth.

And so I sit here now,
struggling to remember
the words to the song.