They are there,
hanging in the sky.
Our vision, sharp and clear,
mid-day’s brilliance lending color,
texture, and depth.
As the sun draws shut,
pupils dilate to get a fix
on the world surrounding our being.
It is then as we glance skyward.
We finally view the brilliance of hundreds
of visible embers in the sky.
They were there all along,
awaiting notice, not attempting
obfuscation or skirting detection.
It was we who lacked perception.
With our gaze inward, downward,
a mere shallow glimpse.
We who with arrogance assume
the universe is under our command.
That a higher power is tracking
our every movement.
That that higher power obsesses
as we grapple with our challenges.
What say you to the billions of stars
representing solar systems as vast as that
which our sun has dominion?
The organic beings serve in a symphony.
All members conspire to create
the fabric of the melody.
Attempts to rise above the sonic vibrations
merely serve as a cacophonic clash
soon to be drown as the pulsating
players play on.
