The Sun Do Move and the Earth Am Square
after the sermon by Rev. John Jasper
In the flint hills, you cut your feet
where the fences are fallen ladders
and the power lines come together
at right angles, like corners—
where the old internet still runs
blown on the wind
carried on strings drawn by pigeons.
The earth was taught patience (and waits).
The stars learned loneliness (and don't they look lonely?).
The day comes when the sun
will be called from his racetrack
and his light squinched out forever—
But what do I care about the sun?
I ain't been appointed to run the sun.
We are moon men, have always been moon men:
moon men and moon women.
And tonight is our favorite moon.