By Lynn Norton, Air Force
Writing Type: Poem
By Lynn A. Norton
After eons of mute obedience circling a celestial warden,
Earth began to speak, sing. Clever creatures emerged
from her womb, launched their voices
on waves of energy into mechanical ears.
Wispy cacophony at first, nascent voices grew stronger
with each dawn. Misbehaving waves escaped a prison of gravity,
lanced through her embryonic shell, spoke to nearby stars.
They listened politely. Did not respond.
Who’s on first? You throw the ball to first base.
Then who gets it? Naturally. Naturally. Now you’ve got it.
I throw the ball to Naturally.
You don’t! You throw it to Who! Naturally.
Earth shouted into the void. Gibberish to all but her children.
Visions suddenly appeared, self-portraits.
Towering spires broadcast dancing beauty, ugliness,
mischief onto glassy screens.
Hi-ya kids, hi-ya hi-ya. Lucy, you’ve got some ‘splaining to do.
It’s Howdy Doody time. One of these days Alice—pow!
Straight to the moon. You bet your life.
Come on down, you could be queen for a day.
Pallor yields to rainbow hues. Loquacious satellites
cast messages Into the cosmos, like notes in bottles
forever adrift on endless seas. Colorful renderings
of beings marooned on an island in the Orion arm.
The Minnow would be lost.
To boldly go where no man has gone before.
I’m coming to join you, Elizabeth. Bazinga!
The truth Is out there. Oh my God, they killed Kenny.
Who loves ya, baby? Winter is coming!
Ones and zeros, language of choice for Earth’s children,
stream into the universe from personal megaphones.
Accidental astronauts, hurtling through space
until the end of time. Proof of life? Death? Immortality?
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Notes: Please put the italicized portions of this poem in italics.