earth

sometimes you are the golden light
sometimes you are a flood
sometimes you break her—not just spirit
pushing deep and drawing blood

sometimes you are but human
sometimes you're happenstance
sometimes you try to save her from the tide
’cause erosion feels like romance

sometimes you plant a garden
sometimes you save the bees
sometimes you just don't care at all
and push her to her knees

sometimes it seems she’s getting smaller
sometimes the dust from space packs on pounds
sometime in the not so distant future
she’ll fight back and you won't be around