My place on this earth poetry bus ticket

This week, the Poetry Bus is in California, being driven by the wonderful Chris, whose life story

is a salutory reminder to us all to stop moaning about the little things.

Cost of a ticket - "Write a poem that addresses your existence, or some part of it, on this earth. Simple!"

Please see much better responses to the prompt chez the Enchanted Oak, link above. I fear I may have to rely on a wild-card this week to get a seat.

My place on this earth

I am an electron
whizzing frantically around an atom
that they call Ireland,
which of course is merely one component
of this element called Earth,
squatting lugubriously in the periodic table
of this solar system.
They tell us
that there are millions of solar systems
bound together by an invisible force
and together they form this grain of sand
called a galaxy and that these galaxies
in turn form a beach called space.
It would be impertinent of us
to suggest there is only one space
along this coastline.

Under the circumstances,
choosing the black or grey trousers
probably won’t change much.