Life On a Cold, Slow World
Life on a cold, slow world
On Europa, perhaps, or even Mars
On distant moons and planets of other stars.
A minute of time for some anti-freeze being
Might span a year for us human folk
(A greeting could take a week, if spoke.)
How fast our busy lives would seem to pass
Through watchful eyes we cannot see
Curious about our amative celerity.
The heartbeat of the universe runs slow and deep
We know only violent change, the sudden leap
But that which is most alive appears to sleep.