i see your head up there
shining down the sun
   in darkness upon us
pocked and scarred as each
small cataclysm blew hot
   pieces of you
high in temporary orbits
   later
to gently return as soft
clouds of sharp gray dust

yet you remain
    like you
have a choice

held in an earthly orbit
   locked as we are
   barely visible
through the trees i chose
to surround myself away

   where i imagine
what might hold us, causing
waves to breathe across the world
   so quiet at such distances
   such mass always locked
old as life itself in cycles
looks briefly up and leaves