Did Life fall into this cradle
This Earth, this home –
We now attempt to climb out of?
Or is it more than a cradle
Some crucible or potters wheel
Shaping and baking us in forms renewed?
Maybe in truth it is a bit of both
And as humanity takes its first toddler steps
We begin to see the variety that our world holds
LIFE –
Life here investigated
In case of alien brethren
Life searched for by the heart if not the mind
As the astronaut steps out into the void
For themselves, for us, for a future
A future – As yet unknown
A future for us all
As we grow too large for this world to contain
A cradle we have explored from end to end
But it is only with eyes freshly opened
To the wonders beyond
That we begin to see what we have missed
That which hides in plan sight
The beauty of our world
We seek its twins, our mirrors –
Its twisted folly of form
OUT THERE
And if we are on our own?
Then look at the wonders the search has wrought
And if we are not?
Then maybe we will truly see ourselves
For the first time
Until then the void is calling
And all these things?
These investigations
These satellites
And images –
Are our jumping off point
Our call to the unknown
Do you wonder what it will answer?
By Sarah Snell-Pym
