A Sonnet by David Kaplan
Come, let us observe the sky as day wanes,
As clouds flee and the sun vows its return,
Whilst darkness gives light to the stars and brains—
Fear not the demanding quest to discern.
You stand here a part of stars, not apart
From them, which swirl above as live embers
Birthed from primal flames at cosmos’s start.
Begin your journey and this remember—
A wild ride it is, spinning as we go,
Tilted, yearly looping that lustrous orb.
Celestial movement may appear as slow
As the mind probing to know—to absorb.
A few deep thinkers claim to understand,
But they only know that which is at hand.