Morning light looms with precise division
Of earth and space.

How can it be we are limited
To this one place?

Morning sun shines with devout religion
Of its life in space.

How can it be we are so gifted
As to be the human race?

Morning clouds glow with colored implosion,
Born of earth and space.

How can it be we are so determined
To destroy this precious interface?

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 11/2/05