We walk
the earth;

We’re
In
it.

And
despite everything,
how we drag our winters
into
Summer or
the way we’ve worn it down,
the World
still wears us well.

And
the Sun’s spears
are eyes discerning see
the old river meandering,
quibbles with pebbles wants
the quickest means
to meet the mouth
of the sea

and
the birds churning clouds
so above it
are not in the world,
no,
but
utterly
of it.