I looked out the window
Saw the world far below
And, for a moment, was grateful
For it’s existence
For the high blue sky
For the light white golden horizon
That ran as a band around it all
And the rippling grey-blue surface
Witnessed only by me
And silver white daytime moon
Whose gaze was fixed forever
Proving it and I and my love beside me
Is all real
Everything is real
In this place
High above it all

Ice

You can see from these heights
That the world has become ice
As if it wants to kill it’s children
To freeze them out of existence
So cold the air appears to have crystallized
And fallen in failure to the ground
But we persist like a plague
A disease without a cure
A parasitic relationship to be sure
We will not be chilled
We will not be killed
By heat or drought or desperation
We are the ones who end all things
We are the unstoppable apocalypse
9 billion and counting
And our hearts pound the drum beats
That sound the depths to which we’ll go
Having found no bottom yet