I ride the celestial star ways, shaped and awakened atop Earth’s long arc across the heavens. Lit by fire. Oh, the wonder! Oh, the human frailty.
The Earth, al0ng her celestial path, pulled by centripetal forces out among its neighbors. Then, on the far reaches of her path, turns toward home, ablaze and wanting. Solstice. A human marking of the turning.
We ride upon her shoulders, a veil of living matter beneath the unknowable sky.
In our fragile coats of protoplasm, our beating hearts fill and flow, fill and flow, attuned to Earth. Flung on the arc of heaven, we offer our faith.
Oh, to be ALIVE! ALIVE!
Susan Feathers 