Weather

in all our solar system this thin shell of weather is all there is for us:

an aura of viability, a halo of life,

its breezes our breath, storms our cleansing.

it surrounds our ‘pale blue dot’ (as seen from Saturn, so minute in the vast vacuum of space)

not as an eggshell which cracks to birth, but as a wisp of air without a second, once violated, lost or poisoned desolate like Mars deadly like Venus,

and as a corona: a breathing, spherical, sustaining raiment: a crown for life as we know it.

Nonviolence.