Like Cats

We crawl over this world, like cats on covers.
History lies below, incomplete and half-discovered,
All knowledge, which we must seek and save and hoard,
and, because it's incomplete, assiduously record.
A thousand years of treading light or pawing at the earth
Reveals but a part of all there was to its (and our own) birth.
Let's commit it to paper, so it may still be found
When we (and electricity) no longer here abound.

Chemical Breakdown

You need all the right bonds to make sugar sweet,
But can soon be destroyed when exposed to the heat.
Salt is savory, and takes the heat okay,
But at the first fall of rain, its bonds melt away.

Among Many

The sun may be our treasure, but it's common.
Among many like it, it's but the closest one.
Nor is earth a diamond in a galaxy of stone.
There are planets everywhere; in that, we're not alone,
But in a great family of planets, we know only one with life

And several possible reasons why.

Though many planets form, forming life may be hard,
Or the universe crawls with cells, but not gathered like we are.
Perhaps it is intelligence that is rare, an accident, by chance barred,
But it might just be too expensive to travel the stars.

I Hope Love Isn't Like The Movies

Ah, to be a young lover
Of film.  The newest movie
You see is the best,
Until you see another.

Until I was thirteen.
Ten years gone, Empire
and The Princess Bride
Are still the best I've seen.

It worries me.

Is ten years into dating
The best it ever gets?
Emotion is too fleeting to
Record onto cassettes.