Old Light

I think about  old light.


The sun light
that recently I felt upon my arm
was generated from the sun
eight minutes before I felt its warmth.


The moonlight that reflects the sun
and often moves my soul
was on the surface of the moon
just two seconds before it touched my eyes.


If I  had lived in ancient days
I would not have known
how fast the light was coming
from the sun or moon|let alone have knowledge of the star light
that twinkles — and some of which
was made before my life began.


All of our celestial light is old
and I’m intrigued by those
whose brains have figured all this out
while all I do is read their facts
and feel our stunning universe’s light.

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