Sonnet for Unesco
Back in a black and white science fiction age
in Paris once a space ship ended stranded
with astronauts from every clime force-landed
and art which at that time was all the rage.
The ship, illusion-laden, had set out
toward a future vision that enshrined
a set of values for all humankind
when such as yet had not been soured by doubt.
The ideal is of course anachronistic
as is a truly selfless being who
lives on a planet where truth’s cheap at best.
But memories of times so optimistic
give hope. One can cure a myopic view
when panoramic vistas are one’s quest.
