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Sit still.

Even so, we’re traveling fast, a
thousand miles per hour around
our axis, 67,000 miles per hour
around the sun, our solar system
clocking in at 490,000 miles
per hour around our galaxy.

Our galaxy itself moving at about
1.2 million miles per hour around
something really big and attractive,

I’m thinking about porn stars,
also wondering why there is a
space program trying to propel
“into” space, when in fact the Earth
is a great spaceship, already doing
great work getting us around
this universe, and others.

Sometimes I sit on my chair in
a room traveling one thousand miles
per hour around the earth’s axis,
67,000 miles per hour around the sun,
in my cozy little house—which
along with the galaxy is going 1.2
million miles per hour around something
really big and attractive and wonder
how I do it.

Sometimes I just hold on, sit for
hours on end, just wondering
where the spaceship will take us next.

The seasons change, the wind howls,
bringing new things, new ideas,
tumbleweeds—evidence of all the
motion!

“Earth is the right place for
love,” said Frost, and with good
reason, for where indeed could it
ever go better for us?

Speed is relative, and it always
depends upon where you are standing
when the reading is taken.

I like to be on my chair, often writing
or watching a movie, or crazy
news about humans trying to control
our planet, calling ourselves
Powerful and smart.

I hold on tight to my position, knowing
the high speeds, but trusting in
other forces that keep this
concoction in balance, so many
things unknown to the brightest
scientists in the world.

When I really want to visit space, I
leave the city lights, sleep under
the stars.

Is there a guy who looks like me
looking back millions of light years
away?  We may never meet, but
it would be neat, if the curve of
everything we don’t know
converged on the rain drop
under Mom’s microscope, the
first sounds we hear registered
next to professions of love for
grandpa, as he cries a final tear
of thanks.

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