Seen
from above, we’re a
funny bunch. We squeeze
together daily, desperately
dodging grazings and gazes as
we rush out for lunch, it’s
touchingly tragic.

Seen from below, we’re forever
on the go, there’s standing
room only on this pre-
packaged planet
of chance.

Seen from afar,
we’re like circling stars,
wary protons and electrons,
attracting and repelling in an
endless cosmic dance.

Seen from inside, we live on little
island us, riding a bus, grabbing
hold and catching colds from
fellow time travellers on
the same line. This is
fate’s fabric.