At night we trace stars
for predictions of fate, as
we orbit the sun.
Basking in solar rays, we
crave its riches buried deep.
The thoughts in this poem (tanka) were inspired by words attributed to Neil de Grasse Tyson:
Aliens might be surprised to learn that in a cosmos w/ limitless starlight, humans kill for energy source buried in the sand.
∼Source: quoted and attributed to Neil de Grasse Tyson, American astrophysicist in “Rays of solar hope among fossil clouds of gloom” by Jeremy Miller, in Resurgence & Ecologist, Issue 291, July/August 2015
Also in response to Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Poetry Prompt Challenge #11: ‘stars’ and ‘fate’.