Spinning Life

I'm ready to live

 on this planet

 moving in spirals

 up and down

 around the Sun,

 around its own axis,

 between the flowers and

 ancestral fossilized rocks

rocks, rocks

rocking their poles.

I'm waiting for the butterflies to hover above.

I'm a combination of C, H, O, and N

ice melting to give water and

water evaporating

kinetic energy and temperature

 inside of a plasma having free ions.

 I wonder at the icy comets

 hitting the core of our sun.

 I wonder at the waterfalls

the waterfalls, the waterfalls

clappers inside any empty mountain and

 hollowness where the sunlight

 doesn't make angles.

 I wonder at the solar flares

 hitting the Oort Clouds.

 I wonder at times if it is indispensable to be

 known or not.

 I'm sure that, after being

 cataclysmically submerged in water,

 any broken mountain

 becomes a memory of an unknown

unknown, unknown

knowing to ring the bells

 in a surviving church.

 I'm sure that the entirety

 of this immense and civilized life

 can burn someday

 in between oxygen and hydrogen

 to be nothing,

 I'm not sure I deserve to be saved by

 The Lord, but I keep hoping.