when your eyes
pause on the ball
that hangs on the third branch from the star
you remember why it got dark and why it is
getting light again
the earth (like the heart) slopes in its seat
and like that it travels along an elliptical path
drawn in the darkness
unpolished pearl in the sky-black palm of hand
flickering sun-flame
then you remember
that you are yourself are a light-bearer
receiving radiance from others