There are times tranquility
marvels me;
discerning
the Earth beneath us,
turning,
as clockwork with the sky.
A mere amalgamation of matter,
burning,
purposeless against the Sun.
Slowly we slip asunder,
revolving water whet with wonder,
learning.
We imagine something more
but the actuality is empty
and yet, beautiful:
The world is swirling,
Earth’s everlasting emotion:
yearning.
