Monday, December 14, 2020

climes

the sky, she cries for us
she cries at different speeds
but here she cries for us now slowly
and misty eyed, the drops descend to earth
the crops, supplied with water
which they require to proceed
in birth and death converging into seeds
beneath the labor of a sun who intertwines the atmosphere.
jointly holding warmth to stem and stalks
directing climes to north of cold and south of hot
keeping creature, orb, and water goldilocked.

Jupiter in giant gaseous grace
grapples hurtling stones in her embrace
sheltering the children she attends
to scatter crumpled comets at her waist
doting from her doubtless rosy view
content to mind her daughter's pallid hue

the sky, she stays by chance
held above, yet pulled away from the expanse
causing cosmic rays to ricochet
turning brilliant skipping particles askance
while we reflect, transfixed on places far
pondering our providence in glancing shooting stars
inscribing stationary sightings in our scopes
in hopes of comprehending the confounding lightspeed slopes

All in universal radiance will stray
how improbable beholders scry their flight
where variance would bring these privileged scribblings
rather than an empty endless night.


//notes
at her waist - the asteroid belt
doubtless rosy view - because her eye, it's red : )
pallid hue - earth, the pale blue dot
lightspeed slopes - red shift of accelerating universe
privileged scribblings- that's you and me, friends, and everything that isn't nothing.