my feet so firmly on the ground
how might I ever comprehend eternity
when all the sky ever does is climb
higher and higher away from me,
the clearest and cruelest act
of abandonment I have known
thus am I left longing to be more
than this tiny most timid man
of no means whatsoever, whinging
worldly curses at innocent stars
while sallying forth to do battle
with my own baleful ignorance
no matter how zealously I strive
to climb from star to star above
I am left with the utmost certainty
that my soul remains much closer
to a clod of worm defecated dirt
than to the nearest speck of stardust
George Ellington 
George, I find your poetry incredibly brave. Seriously.
-David
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Thank you, David. I don’t think I quite realized until now how important it has been to me–since returning to WP once more–to connect with others again, and your kind and so appreciative responses to my writing have provided me with a sense of belonging–and hopefulness even–that was lacking in my life. Thank you.
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WP has been a kind community.
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Indeed it has, Cassa. I’m so happy to be here sharing with you all.
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I agree too.
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When I read this piece, it feels like reading a cosmo lamentation.
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Love this poem.
Gwen.
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Cheers, Gwen. All the best to you and yours.
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