motherless

we are a motherless species,

having forsaken mother earth,

for our full time jaunt.

we party on and whine.

we are deliberately so. 

so self involved,

we don't have any time,

outside of time.

we are small minded circumstance logic,

as if personal fate

is a self-intimacy odyssey. 

we are on the mothership,

but can't get a grip,

just mostly along for the ride.

at some point,

can't hide the obvious,

can ask though.

how did we get so motherless?

and what is so obviously wrong 

with this picture?

(as if facing a mirror 

of ourselves in time) . . .