Earth Dreams

Worry for the earth
circles my dreams.
A revolving desecration
empties her
of oil,
water,
minerals.
How much vacant space
does it take for the shell
to collapse on itself
in one last hurrah?

With pure heart,
tend the earth.
Plant trees to bind
and tunnel her soil.
Marvel when her rivers sing
and listen to her voice with heart.

My heart needs this
small blue dot
so it can race me awake
late at night
from dreams of
cavernous collapsings
that suck me
deep into the belly
of my mother,

Earth.