We call this blue jewel
astronauts kiss on returning
home, which means many things
and is where death happens.
Her tectonic rage resonates through space
as she becomes bell, ringing and indifferent;
tsunamis and fallen cities simply notes
in her sounding,
but us, we remember.
We light candles. We pray
and imagine leaving the hard love
of our stone mother
for the clean blues of a heaven
only pure because we are far from it.