The Bright Blue Marble

Imagine, if you will, that you're way out in space looking at the earth

And you start a free fall in the direction of the bright blue marble

Losing more and more perspective on what an abstract and impermanent place our planet is

How predictably we step on the same rakes

Slip on the same banana peels

Quickly becoming immersed in the very messy business of being human

The dubious privilege of being here

True love and it's habitual absence

Truth and it's more alluring counterfeits

Rapture in the inexplicable misery of others

The sophistication of answers that don't make sense

Crippling, mind-numbing boredom and the terror of it all ending too soon

Before you know it, you've delicately crash landed and find yourself laying on your back looking up at the stars

If you're lucky, with someone you love

Though just an hour has passed, you have no recollection of what the earth looked like from the far flung reaches of space

Nor how simple it all seemed a matter of minutes ago - Tillman