I know we fly
around the sun
but poetry doesn’t work
at the end of
a held string
much better to pretend
we direct our own worlds
using the light in the sky
to brighten the stages
of secret places
don’t forget
it gets to do tons
of sun sets and rises
given a free hand
with shading and color
you and I put into stories
that may turn inspirational
or maybe just become
a friend for the lonely