Space

Space. The final frontier

whose voyages are yet to happen.

We quibble the concept of endless

and argue the concept of limitless

yet so far as we can tell we hang

balanced amidst both.

Look up at the stars and think

they’re so far away that some

are dead and you see light

from celestial ghosts.

And contemplate the galaxies

the billions spanning in the black

and think about what planets

hover within each.

And ruminate, just for a moment

how stellar is the interstellar

a vacuum of nothing, the road

between existences.

And possibly, just one day

we’ll figure out how to travel

in between the leagues of hopeless

void.

And maybe, maybe in the future

we’ll find others somewhat like us

who write poetry about neighbors

on the other side

of the universe.