Watching

I used to think she could see us
everyone and everything
all our lives and all our deaths
while we’re silently spinning

and maybe I could talk to her
and she would understand
about the lives and about the deaths
and help me form a plan

I’m fairly sure she’s watching
but maybe we’re too small to see
and instead just sees our roads and homes
lit up like a christmas tree

maybe all she can do is worry
quietly counting the days
hoping we don’t destroy it all
and send her on her way