We slit, thin and squeezeEarth's juices
As if to crush a sprouting flower,
In order to make the Earth our World.
Wait.
Look hard.
Crack the black that appears
To cake the sky and dry over our eyes.
We're dripping
Into other worlds.
Clouds like phantoms, rocks,
Moths and webs,
Wet with
Blue, pink soda, orange.
Perhaps the universe is only to be seen,
Not touched.
We could unzip the soil under and in us,
Beneath this sliver of sky.
To move like the moon as it curves into itself.
And inhale colors
As they take gulps of other colors.
The earth can loosen,
Shake laughing,
If only we'd make the world our Earth.
