This World of Ours

This world of ours, so big so round so blue,

Once imagined, is a whole lot of world more than

Enough for the likes of me and you.

Unknowable, held together by the felt glue

Of mystery, with or without any mysterious plan—

This world of ours, so big so round so blue,

Coughed up magma to grow green and fluid; grew

A soul, spread itself thin through thick & kin,

Enough for the likes of me and you,

In the eye, ear, the breathing beneath our shoe

And in the visions unveiled by the messianic man,

This world of ours, so big so round so blue

In sunlight, in darkness, as if by heaven's cue,

With a sidekick moon's radiant wingspan

Enough for the likes of me and you

  

Who need it like love needs to stay true

To our home of selves, and we best better can—

This world of ours, so big so round so blue

Enough for the likes of me and you.