Ghosts in the Ship

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They seem like ghosts to us,
those in the ship
hoping to help us evolve.
No hierophant in their craft,
only sovereign equals.
They’re rooting for our species.
They don’t want to see our planet
wrapped up, artificial.
They’re listening to our Indigo kids
whose genes are blooming jasmine.
Oh yeah, those kids!
They ride the flume starward.

Our bones are older, on the way
to the ossuary. I don’t mind.
The pine-whisperer says death
is a fly emerging from amber. Anyway
there are still some things for me
to create and contribute.
The oud metronome of my heart
isn’t quite finished.
I’m staying awhile to watch what happens.
Like the ghosts in the ship
observing from above
with love for our world.

            ©Susa Silvermarie 2025