... the sound the Sun makes each evening
hitting the sea, the ground, the swamps, the forests,
and the sheer effort it must take
every morning, pulling itself up into the sky
through clouds, through oceans, through sandy deserts
up into the glassy blue by a straight force of will -
I mean, literally... wtaf..!?
... the crackling of the stars and galaxies on fire in the night
every night, the gazillions of blazing alchemical furnaces
smashing into each other, in turn and turn about,
forging a pyrotechnic big bang, again and again
in a re-enactment of creation just for our benefit down here -
so we might pause, and see, and understand
something at least... I mean, just look at that ****, Man !
... waking, working, breeding, and warring,
Humanity in all its self-important battle-screaming glory...
it is decibels of noise at every wavelength, arrogant and brash,
it is beauty and exuberance, it is cruelty and allegory,
all added to the Earth's biogenesis, its molten tumult
and the conspicuous creation of Life in its continuance...
and these, my single thoughts, a brief moment of prickling doubt...
The title, of course, references Nicolaus Copernicus, a Renaissance-era mathematician and astronomer who formulated a model of the universe that placed the Sun rather than the Earth at the center of the universe.
Aristarchus of Samos, also formulated such a model ... almost 2 Thousand years earlier BUT... for the purposes of 21st Century poetry, Copernicus sounds better I think.