Open skies beckon something broader

than our minuscule minds may comprehend.

During the day we see Mr. Blue Sky.

Or maybe he’s being conservative

and covered in blankets of clouds.

The sunlight shines some ninety-one million

miles from the location of land we live,

and sends a spectrum of waves

wandering through a vacuum.

And as the waves enter the atmosphere,

they barm apart against the farts of air

and atoms around our rock,

and enter our eyes as lies of blue

or sunset red.

But the everlasting vacuum of space is black.

The ever expanding infinite nothingness

is lacking light, love, and maybe even life.

We the people, of Earth and maybe Mars,

are noisy and needy,

and unaware of neighbors.

But what would be worse?

Being along in the universe?

The infinite nothingness

is our individual home?

Or will we hear back

from planetary partners,

“Be silent, or they will hear you.”