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