I wonder what I would feel as new horizons flew me by:
A probe taking pictures of my abode for earthlings’ eyes.
I wonder would I feel violation of my age-old privacy,
But yet rejoice that it was but for a minute;
Or elation at finding other life in this void so spacey
Then tear up as my memories go with it?
I guess, I’d only be glad I found other life whirring past
Clicking away, cold, without a smile, hurtling past,
And forever remember this sign from distant brethren
Saying hello to another silent ball floating about in this pen.