In The Year 1 Poem by Michele C. Messina Long

From my porthole aboard our self-sustaining shuttle,
I’m a Sentinel Recorder observing Nature reclaiming earth.

The private sector persevered,
Where government struggled awkwardly toward defeat.

Once half-grown catechism beliefs now rewritten,
Revealing science fiction truths; leaving ordinary behind.

Our station’s inhabitants embrace the wise old sages.
We’ve learned the merit in their panoramic perspectives.

Healers of every principle were solicited,
Unencumbered of the toll levied on others.

Tradesmen who encouraged the crafting of our dwelling
Now train a new generation to master adaptation.

A foreign ship flashed past our course last night,
Still more futuristic than us it looked to be.

We lost sight of it in a breath,
Yet by consensus, considered it not to be imagined.

Our fate unknown tomorrow,
Could be another godforsaken planet yet discovered.

If not, we’ll journey back and stay the course,
Until Earth welcomes us home once more.