I cannot see the sun rise through our bay window.


My view precludes it even if I stretch.


However, I can see the sky light up slowly —
the rheostat of the turning earth
timing the birth of every dawn.


Often I think I feel the earth’s turning
more than I feel the sun rising,


Is that because of what science taught me?

I had to unlearn
what I thought I saw!

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