Scientist on the radio:
“If life on Earth were a calendar year,
human existence until right now
would only mark the very last second.”

This morning, together,
we all woke up and focused
our blurry vision, began listing plans,
dividing the time, easy as a knife
through segments of gemlike orange.

As for me, this morning like every other:
sun rose as promised.
This world moved
upon itself, around the sun
like it always has: night
bleached away here, the very rock
moving centimeter-slow beaneath
our feet.