HOW CAN OUR SOULS NOT GO

 

So woozy with a crush

of gravity is this planet

that it’s not enough

to embark upon a year-long

courtship we call orbit;

Our earth TWIRLS

at drunken speed, too lovelorn

to care about sobriety

in its attraction to a star.

 

And our Sun takes notice,

how can it not?

Earth breathes

sweet leafy breath to

clothe itself in bridal clouds,

Reflects the sun’s shine

with its expanse of ocean to

  say, You’re beautiful like this,

and, in unfathomable

vulnerability,

Offers up all its stories with

lifetimes of human

Beings.

 

With existential mystery like this

happening—

actually happening—

how can our souls not go

 

WOOZY

 

WITH

 

  LOVE?