Primal Perceptions
A yellow fire ball in the sky,
the same as yesterday,
rose up from the edges of the land
from the same place and at the same time.
It rose up from the darkness.
It made everything clear again.
It changed colors from black to pink,
to orange, to yellow.
It came toward me as if to speak to me.
It frightened me but warmed my cold, cold
body at the same time.
Yesterday it traveled across the sky
until it dropped through the
edges of the land again.
Will it do the the same thing again today?
Is there an invisible giant that holds it up?
Will he be back again tomorrow?
Does he hold it up and walk it across the sky,
or does he blow it from where he sits?
Why does it drop back down again?
Does he run out of breath?
The Earth is a mystery and a phenomenon.
Although it functions in a beneficial manner,
will it stay that way or will it expire soon?
Will the Sun Giants ever get tired
and quit holding up the fire ball?
I wish for them to keep
doing what they did yesterday.
I wish, I wish.
