what if there were no heavens
aligning the earth with the sea?
no tidal pull, no ocean crest,
nothing to prevent the inequity
the contentions between mind,
mood, and matter, or worse
what if the moon was more of an
aster, incarcerated in the salt marsh?
what ifs its silver rays were sparsely
distributed upon the land?
what, then, would give it reason to rise again?