Being a Mammal Awake

I love the world,

the way the rooftops

pose with the trees.

I could close my eyes

and see a portrait

highlight the eyes of the world

and the frost on her smile.

And the glory

of the Earth

is the motion,

when I think the natural state

is stasis. Nothing can stop

the parts that are

never still. It is

the nobility of the view.