As if our world has been turned around,

Shaken to release them like so many crystals of salt,

Thrown from a moving, spinning earth,

Trying to keep within during & after, my mirth…

Shaken, not stirred is our planet of late,

Not formally introduced to the cosmos,

We’ve not been here very long,

Though time is relative, not long do we exist,

Till the time arrives that we learn of our fate…

So if you are out walking,

And you feel a slight shaking,

Grab hold of something grounded,

Or find yourself to the Milky Way bounded…

© ed ~ 11/03/08