On for the Ride

 

There’s always so much

happening on the World.

 

“On” the World.

Seems like the right way to phrase it.

 

We are not “in” it,

we are on it.

 

Hurtling through,

Space and the Universe,

 

At blinding and incomprehensible

speeds.

 

With only the grace that a Planet

can seem to muster.

 

A grace lost for those of us

on it. Barely registering the whizzing.

 

The stretching flash of the void,

through which we pass.

 

So much on this small World,

inconsequentially meaningful in the most profound way.

 

“On” it.

And “of” it.

 

But not “in” it.