by Marieta Maglas
I'm ready to live
on this planet
moving in spirals
up and down
around the Sun,
around its own axis,
between the flowers and
ancestral fossilized rocks,
rocks rocking their poles.
I'm waiting for the butterflies
to hover above.
I'm a combination of C, H, O, and N
ice melting to give water and
water evaporating
kinetic energy and temperature
inside of a plasma having free ions.
I wonder at the icy comets
hitting the core of our sun.
I wonder at the waterfalls
the waterfalls, the waterfalls
clappers inside any empty mountain and
hollowness where the sunlight
doesn't make angles.
I wonder at the solar flares
hitting the Oort Clouds.
I wonder at times if it is indispensable
to be known or not.
I'm sure that, after being
cataclysmically submerged in water,
any broken mountain
becomes a memory of an unknown,
unknown knowing to ring the bells
in a surviving church.
I'm sure that the entirety
of this immense and civilized life
can burn someday
in between oxygen and hydrogen
to be nothing,
I'm not sure I deserve to be saved by
The Lord, but I keep hoping.
Last updated June 29, 2025