BLIP Poem by Derry O’Sullivan

From up here you are a black world,

Countries, oceans all higgledy-piggledy,

Hieroglyphics for which we lack a pocket Rosetta Stone.
Pyramids, skyscrapers, cathedrals - where are they?
They are a bundle on a tiny black donkey

Grazing a boreen on a mathematical path!

At times a curtain of meteors is hung between us;

Then, we are terrified our satellite will be smashed

Under a shower of cosmic boulders free-falling through space!

Last year, as we circled Venus we sought you in vain
Until I spotted you crossing our screen:

A blip!