In between

In Between

I stand within time zones

the one with its technical data

and metallic intelligence,

its movements like silent clatter in isolation,

separating with invisible borders

and another, unaltered over centuries

only changed by the forces of nature,

wind, rain and sun, prostrate

to unite in togetherness

and invite reflection, meditation and wonder.

Faced with a view over vast plains, inner voices

whisper and argue, allow thoughts

to delve and penetrate soaked grounds.

 Layer upon layer of ancient script

now made unreadable,

can only be deciphered  in fragments.

But it still keeps pleading for its origin to be sustained.

Go beyond these bare rocks, these tawny soils,

these hills and valleys of convex and concave curves,

the silver lining of horizons,

collected in childhood days with skies

still unblemished by current men-made clouds.

 I know about space now,

 higher than the toppled towers of Babylon,

filled with metallic artificial birds that fly near planets

boasting AI power while relentlessly reciting pride

in ever increasing knowledge to conquer the stars.