Fresh clear harvested air
For these billowing bags
Undone
Branches cascading
Leaves permeating
Stars
Hide in the day
To repaint the night sky
Why up high
I implore your eyes to see
All the natural construction of
What has been building itself
To make us
To make us
And to trust that we will be
Worth the millions and billions
And trillions of years
Of genetic failures
You
You are the sum
Of all that you have done
Plus
Everything
That everything has ever done
Even the sun
Every loon
All the fish in the lakes
Every wish with cake
And frosting covered
Paper plates
They're a part of you
Integral to all you do
All the moms and the scores
And the rocks at the bottom of the sea
Are with you at the store
When you buy celery
And wash off
The dust that's flown over
The Atlantic Ocean
Which is a part of the commotion when you're
Running late
Running late
You're not even running at all
You are flying through space
At sixty seven thousand
Million billion trillion
Miles an hour