Of Six Billion Moments

Enabling that inner dialogue.

At any given moment on this dervish planet, 6 billion sentient, mortal moments occur simultaneously.

What’s that like? 

Leaning seasick over the deck rail of an ocean liner, observing the full panorama of eternally undulating waves against a desolate horizon makes an instructive visual. 

Hypnotic. 

Self-kidnapped by the enormity, numbed by the vast impersonality of it all. 

But isn’t that the natural effect of reality?

One mans trash, is another mans treasure, and the question of which came first, the salacious pirate or illicit treasure chest begs to be asked. 

I’m sensing rum is involved. 

Some of those 6 billion simultaneous moments involve dreams about peaceful, deserted islands, swaying grass skirts and succulent roast pigs and what would any of that be without some sweet, golden rum? 

Do animals ever dream of such things? 

Well, maybe most might, all except for pigs I suspect. 

Author's Note

Engaging those ‘little voice’ husksters in your head is all fine and well unless you buy into what they’re selling. Critiques and comments welcome.

Reviews

[LJW]

Hello old friend.

Dervish planet indeed.
I imagine if I clung to the rail I'd vomit on Neptune if everything fell into place. Scientifically speaking.
Rum's a game changer. Imagine a world with polite pirates.
I was vibing with the musings over the enormity of it. All.

[roarke]

Thanks LJW. Is there such a thing as poetry being too abstractly random?? I think I might of coined it here. Lol

[LJW]

Everything is random.
Everything is abstract.

Lol

[Writergurl]

Had me thinking in a part of it when I visited Hawaii
nicely written, enjoyed this

[mattavelli]

Hello, Roarke! :)
I think rum might have been involved too. Haha
This is a fun collection of thoughts and imagery. Thanks for sharing.
Ive created a funny poetry contest on this site. Submit if you have anything, please.

[emmajoy]

' One mans trash, is another mans treasure, and the question of which came first, the salacious pirate or illicit treasure chest begs to be asked. ~ I’m sensing rum is involved. '

Wondering if irony frames your thoughtful visuals and visual thoughts, roarke? So much been and is happening: contradiction, analysis, imaginings and distorted wonder? As ever, fine writing but in this, set to silent music, perhaps.

[roarke]

Oh yes Em scads of irony. My style has been characterized as “subversive humor”.. and I’ll own up to that. Lol

[Tate Morgan]

Well Roarke fancy running into you today. can one even imagine the diversity of thought and emotion that the whole of humanity might be feeling. have they ever felt the same thing at the same time? maybe the landing on the moon

[roarke]

Good to hear from you Tate. To be sure, humanity is definitely going through some changes. Where it will all wash out, I shudder to speculate.

[Tate Morgan]

It’s fairly obvious to me now. That facts and truth and nothing When compared to conjecture conspiracy or feelings

[Tate Morgan]

I got my two shots. I suppose if no one else does I’ll have to get more as the years go on as they continue to pass it on from one to another

[roarke]

I don’t know about facts these days, but truth is a singularity to me, there’s only one truth, and it should trump any dialectic narrative duality. I too have no regrets, and I’ve enjoyed my friendships here on WC. As for having passed anything on....I can’t say. We are in accord Tate.

[Tate Morgan]

Truth levels all men to the same playing field till Now that was a truth Social media has turned Truth on its head. How easy it has been to convince fully grown supposed Adults to believe conspiracy fictions and lies

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the poor pigs dreaming of being bbq pork...scary dream.

I think we also dream of our demise...idealism is dreamlike...but reality is when the dream ends.
j.