it started long before I was born
before my grandmothers crawled in the dust as babes
and the chimps that looked up to stare in wonder at the open sky
to reach up their hands to see if we could touch it
and wrap this coat of space around our naked skin,
eating dirt, we take and make the earth inside us
so that it couldn't be all wrong
still I'm not sure it will ever be alright again.