The Constant Law

The Sun’s a constant sphere of constant laws,
and I know that I’m a child of the Sun.
I rise and fall with the arc its circle draws,
then rise again at the point where I begun.
The Sun and I both make our journeys here
among the stars — our stuff is of a kind —
and, like the Sun, a little worldly sphere
was born with me too, and spins around my mind.

But squeeze the life of the Sun into the span
of years a person walks the Earth, and run
the clock: it shares the fate of every man.
I know that I’m a child of that Sun —
I rage in light, spending steadily
as seconds burn to cold eternity.