They’ve opened up the moon to mining.

We have opened the moon to be mined.

The news rakes my insides raw.

Somehow it, amid the chaos of now,

pushes so far beyond the line

I can barely stand.

Yet

this is where we are.

And what tiny thread appears for me to follow,

thin as for sewing on a button,

is in total,

Love it while it’s here.

Love it while it’s here.

And, really, might that truly be

our utmost in the end:

Love it, whatever it is, while it’s here.