Class M
There are no new planets Any more than there are new kinds of people
These planets around Trappist-1 Have been there, perhaps waiting for someone
To notice them, to be excited, rewarded in their hopes That they would somehow exist
In the great dark sky we all view From angles no one may predict.
I find you in an unsearched area of the world And adulate, exulting in a new friendship
That I had never had proof of before, But which I had yearned for and believed in
From the first pangs of loneliness So many, many years and miles ago
And so this meeting, this greeting May sound the herald, the claxon, the new trump
That says “you have messages” in a voice Someone we never met has created
And more new friends, new worlds to explore Run forward for the first quenching embrace!