On the Plateau

On The Plateau Remote Island in the sky, on the plateau Above the lowlands removed and separated Nine thousand foot drop prevents our leaving We watch others like ourselves down there Telescope in hand to seek their knowledge Down below they advance beyond us Highland’s mesa and low world never merge No transport or communication No way to sink to there or rise to here Two cultures bound in total disconnect and isolation We might as well be from or on another planet We can only speculate and wait On the plateau, the land is flat and square Two miles long and wide from point to point All alone on our tableland, we circle in a stagnant cycle A path of least resistance on the same existence planned Our counterparts advance in open endless lowlands space They look up to us and wave Down there, as far as the eye can see, is nature Expanding through our spy glass, forever on and up And out beyond the seas, then stars Time stands still for us on tableland, as we crave more Sun and snow reach us first I guess that counts for something though, on the plateau