38 days

    The world is spinning at roughly 1000 miles per hour

38 days since I last wrote

    The world is still spinning at roughly 1000 miles per
hour

There are a few moments that change its course
But it’s been so many miles since the last meteor
As much as humanity would love to think
That our      
             Footsteps  on the wet sidewalk or our
             Promises spoken into the universe
Are a meteor worthy of slowing the world just a bit,
In another 38 days
     It will still be spinning clockwise
In another 38 days
I will have more      
                          Partially drafted poems and
                          Lyrics written while half asleep
But none of it was ever intended to be a meteor
None of these words were hopeful enough
To slow down or speed the world up
On another night, in another half dream
I may find this frightening enough to spiral
      Enough to feel as if the sky is raining down
        Enough to feel each mile slipping out of grasp
          Enough to tell that the world is moving clockwise

But in another 38 days

    The world will still be spinning at roughly 1000 miles per hour, and

I will have written 16 more lines

That’s more than there were 1000 miles ago