Looking Up

Can I possibly describe the sun

from where I’m standing on earth?

I would not speak of its scorching heat

or the blinding light I cannot escape.

Instead, I would imagine the force of it —

the unseen power of its energy,

how it fills all living things with breath,

how its rays awaken whatever they touch.

As the moon finds a different side of me.

Its soft glow carries a tenderness

the sun does not ask for.

A quiet light of peace and tranquility,

a glowing sphere that captures my attention

and holds it —

as if it finds me

while I stand so far away.

The soil beneath my feet

keeps gravity steady,

holds me in place,

reminds me where I belong.

And the starry night —

those distant sparkles scattered across the dark —

feel like hidden treasure

reaching from far away,

waiting for me to notice

how infinite our world truly is

when I keep my eyes looking up.