The days are getting shorter
you say, & want to know
why. With lightbulb & ball
I try the science of orbits,
rotation, light & gravity.

Is it terrifying or thrilling,
imagining us all stuck
to this wobbling rock
blistering at mythic
speed through eternity?

In the long night,
you’re cold & come from bed
to find me & you make
yourself a little ball
in my arms.

The world’s careening, hurtling,
but on the couch
in my arms
you’re warm & we make
our own world of peace.