Arts
Blue Planet We went to the National MuseumTo wait in a winding queue To see a piece of moon rock,It was grey and disappointing,And unimpressed, I spent The rest of my time wandering,Lost under the Blue Whale,Trying to take in its scale,This traveller of the globe,Reduced to a skeleton,Swimming above my head,One of 10 million objects,But only the topOf the pyramid on show,The rest stored carefully Under dustsheets,Embodying our world,Yet when I think backTo the astronaut,And his small step for man,Picking up that piece of rock,He could block out theWhole of the blue earth,With only the topOf hisThumb