Ancients
I’m a child
running free
with excitement and glee
through
the
whirlwinds
of
space
feeling winds on my face.
I’m a dancer in time.
I can dance
on the arms
of
sparkling
stars
and
endless
galaxies
far.
I can drift through the skies,
Planets light up my eyes.
This universe of ours
shows how small we all are.
I’m a dancer in time.
Observing from earth
nets that sparkle and shimmer,
stars that shrink and glimmer.
The ancients gazed at deep black skies
with naked eyes.
No glasses to look,
No text in a book.
What stars they had seen
just what did they mean?
Watching seasons dance past
Food to eat at last and
talking around winter fires
Warming basic desires
Understanding at last
the stars in the skies.
For those ancient dancers in time.
copyright 2014 Diana Leighton
