“Each second,
the Sun fuses approximately 600 million tons of hydrogen to helium,
converting about 4 million tons of matter to energy.” Wikipedia: ˜sun”™
Faithfully the sun climbs up east
out of black sky,
doing the morally responsible thing.
People are counting on the sun,
depending on the hydrogen campfire
ninety three million miles far
to get them through the day, hell,
for there to even be a day
distinguished from night.
Sol is central.
Solar.
Our week begins with sun:
Sunday.
Each day begins with sun
spawning a trail of dawns
sunup to sundown.
Daily the sun does good,
slathering light over the skin of the world
to protect life from the burn of dark.
What we do with its light,
the sun seems not to care,
for even the sun struggles
with moral ambiguity;
eight hours of each day is night.