but we seldom consider all of it
trapped as our perspectives are
in the flat plane of surface Earth—
but think of the vast volumes
within her and above her; think of
her molten iron core, which makes
mountains when it sloshes in the cup;
think of the infinite spacetime expanse
though which she slips in lonely grace;
think of this beloved, beveled ribbon
between the lava and the vacuum
where all our love, and war, and
our only hopes have thrived.
August 2019
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