This is a poem about fragility and the random nature of life’s events.
The earth’s continuous rotation, apparent random suspension in the vastness of the universe mirrors the decisive fragility of life.
In its continuity that may just stop at some point.
Entirely beyond control
Regardless of power and effort
Relying entirely on someone caring
enough to hold it.
Still, it keeps on turning, displaying varied landscapes, and wild seascapes in the predictable rhythm of time.
Yet, when you think about it, it may just drop out of the universe, just as we do sometimes, expecting the clock to stop ticking.
In its unthinkable fragility, someone is holding it
Keeping it in place, facilitating its heartbeat.
Perhaps the hills, valleys, planes, and peaks
Connect it to the stars
Who, enchanted by the different landscapes
Keep it suspended indefinitely