That becomes the sun, well
Not becomes the sun. It looks
Blue. From afar, that’s what we used
Thousands of years ago to guide
Our journeys; it looked like
A light to us from here.
Southern setting sun.
That from afar you created our
North. South. East. West.
Where to go? The blinding light
Will guide me tonight.
That I am walking on stone, gravel,
And rock. I see our moon, and
Rays in the day,
The cosmos, with which we arrive.