There is potential in the way Earth spins,
like it doesn't that anyone is watching
or that it's off center,
or even that it revolves around something
more powerful than itself.
There is a beauty in the way we notice the art of it.
We rise in the morning,
throw ourselves into the glory of leaving,
catch a train to the mountains
to seize the last glimpse
of another fleeting day.
We are not duplicates
and we know what it's like to lose somebody.
We savor the honey light.
We are the unnoticed slant
in the word Earth.