Just then when miles deep down
and piled highs meet
When what’s under the underworld
Greets all that’s above and beyond the moon —
as these worlds say hi
like wary lovers —
Is when vast extremes and all aparts
kiss me
And just then again and again
If the work to do seems endless
over there but also here
There’s at least this —
I can hear a cherished sound
of hoping for
Be it in outer space or molten core
Yes from stars of wind to bedrock songs
I trust them all —
Especially those magma skies
and their verge that calls me
All this in fact
as distance blends what’s strange
in me
with all that’s known
Like wishes