On Europa, and Ripe Peaches

What a burning, broken universe— incalculable, devastating, things we can't imagine. We attach names familiar to us Titan, Europa, Calypso but they are still mighty and immeasurable, terrifying— but don't think of all that. It's too big. It's too sad. Think of this: It's sublime and impossible that we even exist with our soft flesh and our wet eyes, our music, our sins, our jealous lovers, our moments of bliss, and love— god, love… more immeasurable more incalculable than the universe, than whatever it is that the universe wonders about. Our smallness shouldn't humble us. We are tiny demigods watching the universe expand from our lawn chairs while we eat ripe peaches with sticky hands and smiling mouths.