Earth

somedays I want to make love to this planet
its people do so much and add such vibrance to my life
its animals are so curious and lead me to such joy
so I wish to celebrate this love in the one way that
makes the most sense.

somedays I want to hug this planet
it gives so much when I take and demands so little in return
it challenges me to discover and relentlessly proves my ignorance
so I wish to confess my dearest fondess for this world.

somedays I wnat to take this planet on an all-expenses paid vacation
around the universe
so it could actually go and visit its neighbours
share a bitchfest about its inhabitants to another that could
truly relate
show it worlds it hasn’t seen in literal ages
and show it how much its company means to me.

somedays I feel so guilty for being on this planet
true, I have such fond aspirations for it
but where does my high-horse ego end
and the justifications for doing more begin?
at what expense are my constant whinings
when she is up for a little tender loving all of her own?