Moon Over the Valley of Aijalon

You can’t keep living without
Racking up days. If you’re here,
However barely you’re here,

Earth’s taken another turn,
And there’s a dim part of you
That would be willing to age

If the spin would only stop.
It makes no sense to want this,
To crumble in a still world,

But you’re crumbling anyway,
And if the planet held still
Maybe you could savor it.

The essence of miracle
Is to change one fact alone.