

We've come to see it—
the slumbering world
in the airless bowl
of the amnion.
Conjured by the monitor,
its heart thrums
a silver rhythm—
tiny pulses we count
in the black hole
of its chest.
Impressive, this orb,
its gravitational pull
on us. So small, still
something convinces:
it’s the most important
planet. We watch it
ripple through its atmosphere
of slow-moving stars.
Around this sleeping
sphere we orbit:
impatient astronauts.