Whatever happens
today and tomorrow, there will be
some believing and unbelieving, the aging
of living and unliving things, uncountable dyings,
unknown births, beginnings and false starts, noise
burdening some heart somewhere, creatures
copulating, light at last reaching
this blue marble, after many years of travel,
rain falling somewhere, moonbeams skimming
moors and sands, people crying,
books not being read, and somehow
some are looking up at the sky
and loosening earth, burying
cells, dreaming of seeds,
hoping
they’ll go on.