Dark Matter

When your eyes

Pause on the ball

That hangs on the third branch from a star,

You remember why it got dark

And why it is getting light again.

The Earth (like the heart) leans back in its seat

And, like that, it travels along an orbit

Drawn in the darkness.

Unpolished pearl In sky-black

Palm of hands

Flickering sun-flame.

You remember

That you are yourself a light-bearer,

Who receives her radiance from others