for Rick on his birthday

How is it that only a few layers of air
And a little bit of gravity
Are all that keep us from being sucked into space?
That disarming blue
With its painted clouds
That still find a way to move.
The large areas of green
That we call our home
Can be overshadowed by those white giants
That are made of nothing more
Than air and water.

Rae Douglass
Snake Mountain