I sit in the open, waiting
            like Earth,
for Apophis to near me
                     and near me
                     and near me
                                 again                 leaving...
What
          *******
                       difference
does it make?

           Each time it passes our compact
dust clod in space
           I will be rooting for it
and that says more about humanity
than I ever could.

             Yep, today
was a good day.
              What the sun hath
wrought!