Ode to Theia

Theia, Earth’s first love,

you set her into eternal motion,

and birthed our blessed moon.

Four billion years ago,

you coalesced with Earth

in a glancing blow,

you heralded the first note

by pulling the gravitational bow,

kicking up the raw dust

in this waltz of orbital scars.

Forgotten goddess,

invisible knot in the galaxy’s skein;

all life traces its pulse back to you,

surging to the rhythm of your pull,

your tides, your seasons,

hidden muse.

Theia, Earth’s first love,

rest deep beneath the ocean bed

while we strive and toil overhead.

Your work is complete; Selene is your legacy—

she will withstand

long after sapiens wither into antiquity.

Theia, Earth’s true love,

you balanced her axis,

and taught her to endure.

Sleep now beneath the ocean bed,

as Lethe slowly wanes away:

each breath, each ash, the core.