For all our hunger to be off
This blue Earth to make community
With all the suns of all the galaxies,
We may not dismiss its brandmarks
That, alike, births and slaughters us.
Each cell of our flesh cups its drop of ocean,
Gasps for a wisp of its skies
And our bones are configured to know its shape and bulk.
No matter what azimuth or force
Vectors us away,
We are shaped by its hand
And cannot deny our parentage.