What Wonder

All this spinning and equipoise between
dueling draws – gravity and the otherwise
trajectory – it's a wonder. Not a wonder of
the world, but a wonder that this works at
all, that all the substrate of life on this scrap
of rock has hung together somehow, for so
long, and persists, at least for now. And you
don't even want to get me started on the
magnetic field, a goddamn miracle in its own
right. I suppose some may take it as curse, a
burden unchosen, while some may take it as
granted, which is worse: the silent, mindless
maw crushing riches to dust. But I wonder,
what wonder, what gifts, arise from awe?