Long For This Earth
A Poem for My Dad and Grandad.
There comes a time in life
when people discuss you and say things like
“Oh, he’s not long for this Earth.”
I’m told this is because you move house.
Bodies get bored of this Earth,
so they go into the universe
to find a new one.
Every tiny bit of them is taken apart
and moved by wind and earth and rain
and sometimes humans too
and they’re put back together somewhere else
as someone else,
The only problem with this system
is that you can’t see them again.
Not in a form you’d recognise as them.
It’s such a long process you see,
every tiny atom has to be moved
one by one.
By the time they’re all taken apart,
you’d be old enough to be ready
to join them on their journey.
But in the meantime
you can see them everywhere.
Because we’re all of us
made of stardust
all mushed together.
So are trees with perfectly spaced branches to climb on,
and tin cans tied to the bumper of a car driving a newly married couple to their honeymoon,
and the car too,
and bowls of cereal,
and all your favourite things
(and your least favourite things.)
Everything’s made of the same stuff
just in different patterns.
That’s what makes this universe so awesome,
when you tire of one planet,
grow old and weary and find your body won’t work like it used to
its just a sign.
It’s your atoms saying
We need to go now,
we’ve been doing the same thing
for too long, and we’re bored!”
You can be anything you want to be,
You just have to wait for your atoms
to realise that’s what they want to be too.