Friend, I know you are tired.
I know you have been tired since you learnt that the Earth is round,
And you can only run so far before you start coming back again.
It is exhausting to watch it orbit the sun every single day,
Dragging the moon in its wake-
Even after all these years, no one has gotten any closer.
This is getting too heavy,
The way the ocean always cries wolf to the moon
For its waves to be pulled to safety.
Maybe one day the moon will finally know better;
Maybe one day water molecules will have to learn to jump.
This is getting too repetitive,
The way leaves always start out green
But end up orange before they fall.
Maybe one day winter will grow impatient and cut the queue;
Maybe one day spring will forget to grow them altogether.
You tell me about how you hate dusk,
The way it so selfishly siphons the light away,
Leaves darkness pressing down like a cafetière.
In an attempt to be brave,
You act nonchalant about the moon’s absence tonight.
I think, you must be afraid the sun will forget to rise come dawn-
That’s why you can’t sleep these days,
That’s why you keep watch all night.
Scientists say if the Earth suddenly stopped spinning,
Everything would be swept away into the atmosphere;
You, me, everything we’ve ever scrambled to understand.
But for now, it’s expected to continue for at least another billion years-
I wonder how it has the energy.
Oh, but think of our hearts-
How, every time another left,
We declared it irreparable.
Yet our bodies put it together again over and over;
Even after all this time, it continues to beat.
Friend, we will be just fine,