NATURE Poem: finite, tired, spinning, by river j. myers

i dreamt i was the Earth
last night
cradling continents
in my weathered hands

whispered wishes on the wind
“tread softly
dear ones”
as they slumbered
unaware
concrete cities rising
steel forests sprawling
smoke seeping into pores
my lungs heaving
a labored wheeze
glaciers weeping
“what have you done
to me?”

a murmur rippling
through molten core
ancient rhythm stuttering
the seasons
a tilt too far
floods fires droughts
the scars i bear
the fevers i can’t shake
“i am not infinite
i am fragile
finite
tired”

yet i spin faithfully
our celestial waltz
cling to me gently
hold me in your heart
terraform your souls
plant seeds within
before the last stars
wink out

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