Up to a point

Up we go a path not ours

Up we go to join the flight

Down we go a place familiar

Down we go without an insight

Up we go and down again

All, we reckon is in vain

Reaching a point, one point of many

Declaring this is it, that’s good as any

But where one goes

His thoughts go with

That we on earth are stranded

That life has nothing to be added

Along the way one stops and sighs

Thinking there is yet much more

If only he would look during a stop

To see the way is actually the top

Up to a point reach our Gaia-earth

Engulfed by space, short time from birth

The point beyond, about we like to dream

Is within us, forever stretching, without a seam

         Copyright © 2009 Josef Firestone