o r b i t by Johanna May
Sometimes landing is not an option.
It is enough to notice gradations,
movements, even gauge habits.
Sometimes that in itself is purpose.
To supply colour to the universe,
a part of this vibrant sphere.
Even if the beauty comes from
the futile comings and goings
of our frustrated lives.
From afar it is a perfect symphony,
up close it is only our frenzied
sorry failings.
05/10/2023 Posted on 05/10/2023 Copyright © 2025 Johanna May
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