our sun
our star
our source of light and life
is on it’s own journey
circling
with billions of other infernos
its God
an unimaginable bit
of nothing
and we on our small rock
of dirt and sea and fire
fly around it
spinning peekaboo
light dark light dark
tilted
a little closer
a little farther
a little warmer a little colder
warmer colder
tic toc tic toc
we go round
marking the times around
one
two
three
four
to
lifetimes
centuries
millennia
eons
and in our moments
we are caught
in each cycle —
the spiraling galaxy’s
the shining orb’s
the spinning ball’s
the aging years’
the changing seasons’
the flickering days’
the endless seconds’ —
twisting our awareness
like threads
from each birth
to eternity