The sun, our closest star, twiddles her thumbs
As planets of spherical mass blindly follow their elliptical paths.
Caught up in electrical gears, the sun is motioned to behave
While tiny, minute, movements dressed up as minutes
Abound on Earth’s grave.
The sun has no peers and the sun has no fears.
Tiny movements on Earth are random atoms that obey no laws
In the chasm of the monument and shadow we call, “Universe.”
The self-sufficient sun caresses the newborn atoms.
Then we look away, talk carbon dioxide into the air, and plant our feet on insolent plants.
The sun is an evolved life form in our galaxy.
One by one, lights turn on in a living community, within which:
Fireflies in the night never ask:
“Who are we!”