Today Earth is at perihelion.
It’s hard to believe
we’re closest to the sun.
Air hangs damp.
It’s hard to believe
When sky hums gray,
Air hangs damp,
And doves refuse their dule.
When sky hums gray
I turn this direction to see live things
But doves refuse their dule
And perch in isolation around the corner.
I turn this direction to see live things,
Glimpse only a stranger
From this perch in isolation.
Earth flies nearest its star.
I glimpse only a stranger
At a distance from me.
Earth flies nearest its star:
Earth is at perihelion.
