Promise and Peril
Seeds grow well (but slowly) in the faint starlight
And one day soon will take to flight,
Searching insatiably for origins and possibilities
Amidst craters and quasars and space debris.
To know is neither wrong nor right
You can't ask a nova to be polite,
But alas, there can be no armchair sprout
Where there's promise, there's peril, and always doubt.
A world standing on the edge of uncertainty
Cannot be lulled into complacency,
Under the ageless stars, something new is about
Where there's promise, there's peril, and always doubt.
David Oesper