Here, forms my small world.
Your darkness gazes upon me,
In a natural light, that moves like small ants.
Your Orion arms are only a measurable distance away.
Still, the site makes me hot and influenced.
You—my center—my focus.
Different parts reach me and wrap around me like rings.
Though your pole is still, I rotate.
Towards your energy and your interior.
My perfect place for life.
The only moon.
That is the wave front between us.
Leaving behind soft echoes
That gently touches an upper lip.
Then slowly subsides.
Leaving behind a visible lightness,
Grazing, glancing, and sweeping.
Building new beginnings out of dirt.