Zeppelin nt

why is there ever only
one blimp in the sky
outside of sci-fi fiction or
alternate reality tales?
do they never get lonely
doomed to live and die?
is solitude an affliction for
these aerial, lifeless whales?

these are the silly questions
we ask ourselves you and I
when we mistake design and function
for life, intelligence, and desire.
sillier still, though, the suggestion
that there is no meaning to life
that everything is a mere procession
marching to nowhere from nowhere, a mire


Poetry Scales 189