BLUE DOT

Words by Edward Alport

The first we saw was this blue dot. Faint, it was and almost lost against the star field. Some exclaimed It looks like home, but home was not Blue when we left it, and some would claim it never was at all.

So as this blue dot crept up on us, we saw it was really green Even red, in places, that looked too hot to touch. Some blue there was, and white, and many colours in between. The whole lot spinning like a child’s ball.

I don’t say it was perfect. It was good enough., And we’d forgotten what perfection looked like. We made it into home, though things were tough For a while after we first made landfall.

Now, looking around, I can’t tell which is worst. We’re leaving this one as grimy as the first.