Chris Walsh (chris_walsh) wrote,
Chris Walsh

"Landless Life," 11/4/2017-11/10/2017

"Landless Life," 11/04/2017-11/10/2017
by Christopher Walsh
(with acknowledgement to the works of Arthur C. Clarke)

Roots grow up into the sky.
Here, the sky is rich enough to nourish like that —
Giving what the soil, elsewhere, gives,
But in light instead of soaked-sod depths.
Roots are already underground, imitation branches,
Anchoring their tree into stability and safety
By spreading out.
Here, they spread upward instead.
Here, the air is like ground one can breathe.
And wind envelops this world's life,
Not breezing or blowing past it,
But sheltering it, nursing it,
Helping it grow.
The roots grab that wind, and
Pull against the massive gravity
That keeps this world a world
— Something may be solid, far below —
Think of it: a floating tree
Flying among and through the color-heavy clouds
That band this gas giant.
We can imagine life here, too.

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