Beached upon the distant third stone
Nestled slight half a parsec
Around the nuclear infernos
Of an irascible blooded star
Revolving down Orion's arm.
I've spent a quarter of a century
Negotiating, unknown territory
Without an astrolabe or Quadrant
To arrive at one end in fright
And the other, in strangers delight
Both Mystified and enlightened
That in the backwaters of this galaxy
Among a billion inanimate entities
There exists within a moment
Of infinitesimal minute seconds
A creature cable of breathing
And having multiple senses
With the faculties of language
That utters that singular miracle
Of universal wander - I am Alive
Kevin Patrick
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-universal/
