We Don’t Usually Tell …

the sun that he does well to shine & shines well …

the moon that she illuminates the lover's skin 

the stars that they remind us of all things past

the sky that it does well to rain on our heads

the planets that they give birth to angry gods 

the earth that it spins on its axis & spins well

the gravity that it keeps our dreams grounded 

the elements that they fuse so well together 

the dinosaurs that they became extinct so well

the radiation that it glows so brightly yellow

the fossils that they tell old stories so well

the oceans that they make love to the moon

the mountains that they hide our rocky hearts

the deserts that they make the cities disappear

the air that it breathes & we too breathe well 

the sounds that they enchant us in the night

the darkness that it covers the earth with love

the rivers that they carry our dead ones away

the fire that it warms our worn hands so well

the ice that it lingers so sweetly in the spring 

the poets that they tear & mend our languages -

… nor the grass do we praise for being green …
B.O’D.