Pinprick of Blue
Each morning I stand for a while in awe,
in front of the windows facing East.
I drink into my being the wonder of Sun’s rise;
Gradually the beauty colours my inner Self.
As the sun dramatically but calmly spreads its rays
filling the sky in glorious hues,
Colours that give praise
superior to the flight of words.
How lucky I am to share this rhythmic splendour
as Earth and sun dance.
I have seen it over oceans, over mountains
Over forests and fields,
over rooftops in hamlets and towns.
I still dream of seeing
the sun rise over desert dunes.
And yet, from Mars, our planet is but a pinprick,
pale blue , they say.
I would be homesick.
Simply loving Earth too much.
© miriam ivarson