September 14, 2016

Sun, Earth, Moon

It's quiet
here this morning,
every living thing
waiting for the sun
to come around.
Like the rising moon,
I turn my back
on the fading night,
and we emerge
from darkness,
looking always
toward the light,
knowing the earth
will keep turning,
whether we awake
or forever follow
in our deepest sleep,
its axis running through
each heart at rest,
as we retreat
into the silence
of the stars,
when the sun at last
begins to fall.