Lumps of Light

It’s sweet how we trust the Earth
To spin the same ways it has
Spun since we first could take note.

Look at the shift of the light
On the room’s walls day by day
And then month by month—the same!

Or, at least, changed the same ways.
That’s your whole world at your feet,
Great blob of hot rock that shifts

And has been known to burst bits.
One small belch can kill a town,
One twitch end an age of script.

But we trust the sun “comes up.”
The fall is here; snows will fall,
And the light glides down our walls.