What if the sun led us astray? 

She hurtles through space, carrying us on her back. 

Does she know how we depend on her each moment of forever.

When she sends out the flares that swamp our magnetic fields, is it to say she knows we’ve set ourselves ablaze?

All she has brought to life, will more of it die? 

I wonder if the people of the past could hear her and now we cannot. 

I feel foreign on this earth like my ears never learned.

As if I’m not built of her dust and water. 

As if I didn’t stand up out of her rounded belly and scream for her to hold onto me.

I can’t even look her in the eyes and demand she give me the answers I seek.

Does she love me or has she always been trying to kill me? 

                -I live in the center of the sun.