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