I can recall a friend at art college, writing out a copy of this poem for me.
At the time, we thought the poem had been written by David Icke, but the author is
Joe Miller. These words left a lasting impression on me.
If the Earth Were Only a Few Feet in Diameter
“If the Earth were only a few feet in diameter, floating a few feet above a field somewhere, people would come from everywhere to marvel at it.
People would walk around it marveling at its big pools of water, its little pools and the water flowing between.
People would marvel at the bumps on it and the holes in it.
They would marvel at the very thin layer of gas surrounding it and the water suspended in the gas.
The people would marvel at all the creatures walking around the surface of
the ball and at the creatures in the water.
The people would declare it as sacred because it was the only one, and they would protect it so that it would not be hurt.
The ball would be the greatest wonder known, and people would come to pray to it, to be healed, to gain knowledge, to know beauty and to wonder how it could be.
People would love it, and defend it with their lives because they would somehow know that their lives could be nothing without it.
If the Earth were only a few feet in diameter.”
— Joe Miller