A l l
T h e things living on the a t o m
f i n d surface of our globe s w
i t h i arrive at the equator a recital n
i t s e of our uncertainties. A touch l f
T r u t of blue devotion. Waves and h a n
d J u lastly light nestling. Trans- s t i c e
lation of space indicat-
ing the future.
Copyright © 2022 by Sarah Mangold. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on September 30, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.