Monday, June 25, 2012

Voyagers

As envoy of the human race
it sails the vasty void
an object of ingenious grace
too often unemployed
while searching for the faintest trace
from any that have toyed
with questions plumbing who they are
and what’s beyond their native star.

Through endless night it navigates
transmitting all the while
historical coordinates
with every passing mile,
an instrument that demonstrates
the brashness of our style
by braving such enormous risk
to bear one gleaming golden disc.

4 comments:

  1. Yes man is a voyager....of the heart and the mind.....love the way you captured that here Bob!
    :-)

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  2. this makes me restless!

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  3. Bob,

    Your poem tranported me somewhere beyond....
    I was also thinking of the International Space Station, somewhere out there too...

    Eileen

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  4. While I was speaking of humanity as a whole I also meant the two Voyager probes that are leaving our solar system as I type, farewell and good luck.

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