than sun
have let men
walk all over me
and my tranquil sea

one of many seas
that aren’t seas

I love you Earth
I am yours
you only know
the half of me

though I may be shrinking
more wrinkles on my skin

with each faulted age
I am not cold as you
thought / can still quake
set the rhythm

to your oceanic ebb
and flow

my moods / my rusty Latin
my maria / marginis / undarum
serenitatis / insularum
frigoris / cognitum / crisium

you see my basaltic plains
I see you see me see you see me

in this tidally locked waltz
through time
not dead / not dead / not dead
not dead yet