is almost like trivialized, nearly like passed over,
not quite forgotten but the feeling is not so dissimilar.
In the heart of a long circular star trail is a thousand
more stars in what may seem like a flashing grand
cluster but is, in fact, strung out in space line, millions
of independent ever-distantly burning suns.

A sun needs no reconciliation–it only glows and burns
and moves, like all the other stars bobbing like lanterns,
never feeling the missed view of a lone observer light
years away staring upward at the panoramic sight
of star trails moving faster than words, thought and sound,
knowing only it is the center which planets travel around.

Star as icon.

c.2008 clk