in the dawn of man
in the first of light
our ancestors looked up
towards the sun
from there imagined
past this life
and now
with all our knowledge since
we look outward
to the stars
to find life
past our own

notes… to me we always and still look to the sun, the light is a dominant force in our life, and yet we are just a little system out on the fringe arm of a galaxy among millions, we can see past our little neighborhood cosmically, how often do we really think about it in our daily life? perspective is an endless lens that asks questions.  poem wise I was going for pace and syllables, seems silly playing among the stars… but it is what I do, to be me, or am me….