Upon Setting The JWST In Orbit Of The Sun
The James Webb Space Telescope could reveal our souls
The sun is source for all our heat
The source for all our light
Sun sends stars to dark with pulse, and beat
By healing our midnight
You feel the sun because we’re one
You and I are tethered
Inside, outside, endless sun is shone
As years grow tan and leathered
Though we are petty, even small,
Though our tenure on Earths’ barely begun
Our sun can stretch our shadows tall
So, we send our souls into the sun
Our souls are heavy coins on silk
Other times, we soar, and sail
Our souls can be white as milk
Or twisted smoke of foul and fail
Our dreams are bigger than our hearts
Hubris can swell Titanic
Other times, they loom huge: our hearts
And our need, …becomes gigantic
Then we pop a bauble in the sky
We twinkle on our own
We send Jay Dub back home to spy
We triumph in what we’ve done
Emily Dickinson once noted we can hold
Whole skies, whole dreams, and seas
Treasures by the bucket load
Fallacies and galaxies
As we set forth, mining time,
I wonder, did she wonder?
What shores of unseen light shine?
What blasts of bursting thunder?
As sun’s rays polish the dawn
We’re overdrawn, dismal, and dreary
From agitated sleep we’re drawn
We’re restless, hot, we’re weary
We over drew from that good light
Worse, deep inside we knew
And yet, and yet, my hearts’ a kite
“What wonders we can do!”
Though at night, Sun’s wife, our world
Sinks sometimes, from our view
But persistent Sun soon swirls
Enlightenment: we are still glistening blue!
Night blots out what day can yield
miracles dance at dawn
Sun pulls us close, senses reveal
Once more: family is one
Christyl Rivers Ecopsychology 