Summer Solstice 2019

Friday, June twenty first, two 

thousand nineteen at eleven fifty

four ante meridian eastern daylight

time finds Earth's North Pole tilted

closest toward sun. This demarcates

most daylight hours of the year for

people living the northern hemisphere.

Just shy of high noon sun (less than

twelve hours from drafting these lines)

nearest star in solar system reaches

highest point in the sky.

 

Hence hasty intent to beat buzzer sound

dashing off riding figurative one seahorse

open sleigh madly awk cross cyber sea,

aye rudder sally forth (slogging thru

virtual flotsam and jetsam) with poetic

obeisance paid to average size ball of

Earth, wind and fire, my out of this

world quasi stellar benediction, since

Earthlings traveled thru space/time

continuum circa Stonehenge, or perhaps

bajillion years ago, when predecessors

of present day primates (coon sitter terribly

less a bomb bin hubble), versus twenty first

century Homo sapiens predilection for total

mortal kombat graphically spiraling downward

zeroing (kamikaze like), analogy drawn,

viz subjective mathematical roulette curves,

albeit hypotrochoids and epitrochoids staining

countless grains of sand, count them yourself,

yielding result (somewhere very loosely

approximating 7.5 x 1018, or seven quintillion,

five hundred quadrillion grains. This estimation

courtesy of Gwendolyn Powell, High School

from Presentation of Mary Academy (2018

graduating class) responding to an inquiry posted

on website https://www.quora.com/How-many-

grains-of-sand-are-there-on-Earth-and-how-many-

stars-are-there-in-the-universe Answered

April 15, 2018.

 

Such minutiae less significant within the realm

of present day Homo sapiens, whose lives less

linkedin with phenomena affecting life on this

oblate spheroid, (which could come to a crashing

halt predicated on burgeoning human population

jeopardizing sustainable planet presuming

industrial paradigm prevails, thence man/

woman kind will unwittingly trumpet, and

or sound claxon (ex post facto), while

warming temperatures melt glaciers,

asper huge popsicles drowning

multitudinous habitats courtesy of

violent meteorologic cataclysms, where

Noah ark will be big enough to save majority

of creatures, and (wherein no art of the deal)

savvy enough to wall off sky high tidal

Katrina and the waves, then nature will (make

a killing) relishing tidying Atlas sized tureen

if necessary applying pledged finishing touches

repurposing third rock for another species slated

to inherit pseudo tabula rasa after Campbells,

and broth hers detox polluted primordial soup

i.e. once cleansed of poisons, thus...I condense

my Green New Deal spiel!