Just because the sky is stunning
doesn't mean
there is a heaven.
Just because your heart is clenching
doesn't mean
you have a soul.
The flashing day divides
against itself, cold wind, warm sun,
under gilded malts and molten golds
the earth rolls back
with you on it
into its own shadow.
You smell rain coming, maybe,
you've lost your certainty,
you've earned your age,
welcoming a world
of ordinary wonder,
and you like it just because.
