The only place we can survive,
Given the name of a fairytale child.
Girl, you are a marvel
Space buns and expansive lungs
Breathing, feeding
On a goddess’s love
Universal adoration
of the Earth’s children
Running in fields of gold,
picking locks to try our luck
And suck the marrow out of life.
The oat-sown wilderness
of galactic infants
Under the influence
of human endeavour
To search,
to seek
other fields
of the Goldilocks zone.