I roam upon her beautiful magnificent hills and valleys
that truly are all ours not mine or yours
take in moons meant for all of us
and stars that one cannot claim to be his
climb a tree seemingly meant for me only
her limbs and leaves and flowering
specially meant for me
when I see they are for us
and I blush
in my singularity
like the rose I plucked
put in my
pocket was meant more for
the bees and hummingbirds
so my pretty planet is
for everything and sacred
and I get
down and worship her
and buried
the rose petals all frayed
like I could make amends
and maybe I did