Getting Along

Hanging out
somewhere among the stars
the little green and blue orb
of water and dirt and all
manner of living
and long dead
stuff
including dictators
and other monsters
marching along the
road to dusty death
is the way
one poet put it
but good people
too
making their way
blissfully
sometimes
and unavoidably
in pain occasionally
but mostly just giving
and getting along
the best way they can
considering
the fragility
of
everything