The Spinning of Planets

These worlds are ours.
We build them up word by word and face by face:

Casting off from this time and place
We look to the stars and say,
‘Take us to where you are –
That we might look down and regard
This aspect of reality, or that part;

That we might witness enough
To build anew (from this rough template)
That which awaits word-given life.’

And when the heavens permit,
We each take our separate angle
And, carefully, begin to untangle
The story waiting to be told.

Then, as we spin our unlikely tales,
As reality’s daylight around us fails,
We call back to the heavens and set
Our precious new Earths in silhouette

Against the light of victory won
By the blazing face
Of a glorious Sun.

These worlds are ours.
We build them up word by word and place by place
And – joyfully, painfully – we create.