The Sun is a “count your blessings” card.
When the dot popped, we are told,
that marked the beginning of Time.
I can’t say I hold with
beginnings of Time,
but one thing seems clear:
if the dot hadn’t popped
or had popped and then stopped,
or if things had unrolled
just that tiny bit faster – or slower –
we wouldn’t be here;
and that now
if our blessings didn’t outnumber
our trouble and pain,
there’d be no one, nothing,
on this earth
but barren dunes, heaving slime
and sticky, burning rain.
© James Munro