In a scheme of small things
A little girl from a white box
Stared a white church spire
Where a blue bodied worker
Whitened the November sky.
She is a yellow sunbeam lent
To us too briefly ,it says here,
A pale grey ,stone engraving.
A pale blue dot is dust mote
Suspended in lone sunbeam.
We live and die on it, gravely,
As if all this really mattered.
(After Carl Sagan’s famous Pale Blue Dot observation and Arundhati Roy’s novel The God of Small Things)
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