New Dominion
Behind us lie the Earth, the Moon, the Sun.
Bleak boulders blast by but we yet wish Hope
To our issue. T’ourselves? There may be none.
Before us lies the Future: further globe.
One’s different. In awe throughout she lasts,
So constant the expanse that holds our Home.
Even in haste, stars like a sloth drift past,
So others vacate Faith as we still roam.
We have not known our marbled first abode,
But some persist and hold it as our land.
They speak as if it were themselves who strode
From Earth; why spurn that we, where fit, there stand?
Perspective rules in scenes without background,
So who yet grieves with all our Love around.
Inspired by this response to the prompt:
"You are a part of the middle generation on a colony ship. You never saw Earth and will not see your destination."
...and also my doodle of Shakespeare's Sonnet 18.
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