“…And I’m floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there’s nothing I can do…”
“…Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?…”
(Extracts from ‘Space Oddity’ by David Bowie)
NOTE: The poem below arises from playing with AI image creation, ridiculous fantasy ideas and, just as ridiculous, government policies relating to immigration and the right to protest……
I find myself in the depths of the ocean
strangely still alive
not dead as I should be
not alive on the earth
breathing in through
my new-found gills
how did I get here?
I broke the rules
I dared to speak out
but after Rwanda
A deal had been struck
we are sent to the ocean
whenever we protest
with gills instead of lungs
humane to the last
the ocean is dark
and I can’t see the surface
this is the ‘blue’
seen from space
I am moving strangely
and the planet I know is above
no longer below
there’s something wrong
does anyone know I’m here
no communication with what
was the surface of the planet
and now is a different reality
only above, not me, not
my thoughts, not
my screams
as I gulp here
not dying
Fraser
April 2023