Out of Our Way, Please

A small electric light behind me,

a merest proton echo of the sun--

and so my shadow leads me,

but I am in the way of where 

I ought to go, as I move down

a corridor at midnight, fretting. 

It's almost day now

and nearly when Earth spins

around to get out of its way,

and lets the Big Light bring

its rays to nourish everything

that grows and every mind that knows,

and every mind should want to know.

Oh, come now, all of us and everyone

with our tiny twisted prejudice, our petty

staggering away from proven ways to know,

our sad attachments to cold cadaverous

puppeteers: Let's at long last get

out of our own way. Let's not block

the light that lets us know that we

and every other human are essentially

the same on this our spinning planet. 

That we are "the people," and no other. 

hans ostrom