Spinning Earth Poem by Marieta Maglas

I'm ready for the earth's
true emotion
in spirals
up and down
around the Sun
while sending through thousands
of years the thunders
of a spinning stone
as sighs,
and while letting me pass through
the changing seasons.
I'm ready for its spirals
up and down
around its axis
while passing through
the days
and passing through the nights
in between these
two connected fields,
the Poles,
the essence of
all these movements.
I'm waiting for the butterflies to hover
over the sunflowers,
when nothing can seal some love.


I'm a human being
like you,
like him, like her,
and like all of us,
made of C, H, O, and N
from ice to water and
from water to fire-
a matter, a spirit,
and a plasma;

I wonder about the waterfalls,
I wonder about the icy comets
hitting pieces of our sun.
I wonder where the waterfalls-
inside the empty mountains,
the sun doesn't shine.
And I wonder about the solar flares
hitting some Oort Clouds.
Their misty destiny ahead
grows watery, watery still.

I'm sure that there are
mountains to be broken
by earthquakes again and again,
and there are children
to fear in the day,
as lonely as the moon is in the night,
when some longing
breaks their hearts.
I'm not sure that everything
can burn someday,
in between oxygen and hydrogen
to be nothing,
but I lower my head toward
The Lord.

Poem by Marieta Maglas