Pole to pole, equator, burning sun
on air and water, water even more
flooding falls a low and lulling roar.
Round, around the folly of the moon,
earth receives her fiery, far out burn;
windfall, running, falling,
humans winching, whirling, willful pour
nothing action midnight onto noon
shadow, shallow as their little tune
slows in summer, winter, fall;
purely round and orange is the sun;
cheerful, charming earth is - in her prime
shaking, cracking, slaking, breaking down
and blue, how blue, the water in the brine.