Earth is wobbly. So what?
Today is slightly longer
than yesterday or tomorrow.
South of here it's slightly shorter.
So what?
Somewhere a stray
kitten is shivering
in summer rain.
Somewhere a neglected
boy is loading
his father's gun.
Isn't every inhalation
a Summer solstice,
every exhalation
a Winter one?
If there is a god
she doesn't care as much
about your suns and birth signs,
your sabbaths and full moons,
the vast animal skeletons
roaming through your sky,
as she cares about the smile
you could have given
to a friend last night,
the grace you might say
to a stranger this evening,
or the breath you savor
this moment, like a sunrise
in your chest.
No comments:
Post a Comment