I said to the world one night
“World!
In this light
You look beautiful.
Get that moonlight out of your grass would you?
You are enigmatic
To a mortal like me”
World?
Crickets.
“I know you’re still there because you’re turning around,
don’t hide from me”
Chirping
“Come on,
I can’t predict our behavior any more
than your seasons changing”
Not a wink.
“World!
We don’t understand our own strength,
you do”
Crickets again
“Okay. I’ll take that as a sign then.
My life is in your hairy hands
Do with me what you will
But know this beautiful,
Never stop the ebb and flow of your rotation,
It’s the one thing we wish
we could control”
Earthquake.
