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