Our station, sunrise To sunrise, in relation To our star: right now We are in eastward motion-- All our land and ocean. Right now we are Fusing a billion tons Of hydrogen into Helium every other Second --our mother, The sun, mysterium Tremendum, what we are, Our star and what We may become.
Over leaves of Heaven, this Galaxy rises, Opens her arms And draws our Moon, Earth, This light and Spark of birth, Around a star-- This ark, on Which we are. We Are.
Our spirits rest in Trees, seeking time Between heat, cold, New, old --as autumn Nears its end and Earth, still our friend, In cooler repose, hangs Raindrops on a rose.
Between fiery air And fountain edge We dangle our feet From a pool ledge, Where air and heat Divide --a margin We decide is right, Our eyes in the Business of light And our toes in The promise of flight.
It has been 30 years Since I built Fishgate at our east Fence, and through it Have come the Best things in life -- Things of love and Wonder, my wife, our Children, futures, Pasts --not bad Perhaps for a fish Of hinges and scraps.
A big universe. We are part of its size. It takes time to Realize, lift in Colliding winds-- Skies swept in needs, In wills conflicting, Until, as one, Clouds pile high Upon the hills.
