It Wears You Out

The surface of the moon is never
Tired. Nothing on Mars has been tired now
For a very long time, if ever.

The sun is holding steady, has been
For a few billions of years at least
And will at least a billion again,

If the calculations prove done well.
Even the black hole coring the heart
Of night’s arch seems content with its hell.

But Earth, Earth is gorgeous, full of life,
And lives are so busy being lives,
Lives chasing lives eating lives. We’re tired.