of all the things there are

there are storms larger than the earth

raging in circles

and dying

 

there are cracks in the ground

larger than the united states

and they are dead

 

there are depths beyond our reach

and they are more alive than we know

 

there are trees

everywhere they can be

and they flatter the wind

on warm nights

when the sky is clear

and the moon is bright

and the smell of summer is fading

 

there are moments of quiet

where everything is peaceful

and moments of cacophonous chaos

where everything is peaceful

 

and there are things we don’t have to say

and room to stretch out

and rain

no matter how tired we are of hearing about it in poems

 

there is the warm light of day

and the cool blanket of night

and fresh air

and water

 

and

 

halfway around the world

there’s a shitter that’s just as good