Obliquity

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