Green pine sap pitched sparks from an open fire;
a switch was turned and a child
danced on the stars of another galaxy;
We in awe, warmed by her grace, tuned,
became her and the stars,
smiled as blue-marbled Earth
rolled her way around the sun;
Sun’s open fire pitched sparks into deep blue space;
a switch was turned and
one side of Earth sang spring;
summer, fall, winter glided behind;
We in awe, warmed by those simple moves
returned to Earth’s spring side,
satisfied we had answered more completely
what is the sky
who am I.
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