By Laura Grace Weldon
Are we supposed to settle for a planet
lagging behind our expectations?
We want reversible time,
admission into past or future
easy as changing our minds.
We want teleportation, so we can
zip anywhere for the afternoon,
maybe Iceland or Argentina,
where we’ll make new friends,
agree to meet up for lunch
next week in Greece
on only an hour’s break.
We want to get past
greed and suffering and war,
And death? That’s awfully primitive
for souls with so much left to learn.
That said, this planet does a lot right.
Birds, for one.
Water in all its perfect manifestations.
Those alive poems called trees.
The way a moment’s glance
can reveal a kindred spirit.
Which we all are, really.
The oneness between self and everything
is this planet’s secret, kept imperfectly.
That’s more than we might expect.
Although time travel would be nice.