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.







Copyright James Phoenix 2017

updated 5/7/2017