It's like
when you're standing
underneath the stars at night,
looking up, and your voice
seems so small, so quiet and
inconsequential that you
just lie on the lawn
at the mercy of all that
ceremonious creation, not
saying a word or waving a hand,
not moving a single cell from
where it is because
you think it might upset it all.
It's just like that,
but with more
passion.