Space Rock – Or More?
Spiraling through space.
Round and round.
A freezing cold hunk of rock.
Silence all around.
Ever onward through the void.
It’s destination unknown.
There was nothing to avoid.
It traveled on alone.
Time was non-existent here.
Every revolution the same.
Could life exist in such a state?
Survive and not go insane?
Yet,—- alive it was.
Not as we would know life.
Something different altogether.
Still something that had the right
to be called a sentient being.
A living ship might be close
To describe this hunk of rock.
Could it be carrying ghosts
onward to their destiny?
If there was life within,
there was no indication.
Just a hunk of rock in space
was all. No communication.
A time will someday come
when it will reach a destination.
Then, the answer will reveal
it’s final consecration.———————-R. W. Johnson—-(2011)