It's Copacetic

It’s copacetic

We are a colossal ball within a ball;
when the earth quakes in Sumatra
years later the lava begins to flow in Finland.
It’s all the same anyway;
you pound it down here
it pops up there.

When the seas rise up
to reclaim our space
we watch houses slide down our beaches
and begin new foundations
a few feet back.
We rule, after all, and cannot be conquered
by our own planet.
Never mind that the animals are stalking us now
in our cities, sinking their incisors into our
Gucci-clad flesh
finding fresh meat on bike trails
and delivering—as they always have—
fresh viruses to test our mettle.
Yeah, we belong here like the barley
and the palm, the hippo and the rat.
But every once in a while
the planet shudders and tsunamis and tornadoes
plow us under like stubble.