I wish I could follow
the sun sometimes;
I mean across the face of earth
Because, of course
You cannot follow such objects
in their own domain
For these are places
of fire and energy
And not places
for beings' frail
and made of water
such as us.

But to follow it's line
across the world,
My longitude
never changing,
or swerving
from one side or another
but remaining
exactly held in place,
trapped like mechanisms
in Harrison's clock
To watch and observe
the difference between ocean,
land and sea
Between islands
and continents,
between peoples
Of one sort or another.

Would I be entranced,
or would I get bored of it?
I really don't know,
To tell truth
and there are many things
I really don't know.  
The unknown unknowns,
as someone said once.
Even lots of the knowns
If I'm being honest with myself
Today for at least.

I wonder would I pass
close by him
on my linear exursion,
That clever American,
Or maybe
an Atlantic fisherman
Frozen on his deck
or simply bump into
the ordinary people
So many apologies!  
"It's not me" I'd say
It's the sun, you see!  
I am bound!
They would laugh
I presume.

We know so little,
and yet we presume much,
From such a.....
Slight perspective.....
that keeps trying to jam
The meaning of
the Universe itself
Into something so small,
so short, so simple
and so quick..............
that humans....
Even humans
can signify it;
Give it our own meaning
Independent of itself, it's truth
by our language,
our maths or logic
As if such things
were possible,
or a pre-requiste
of existence
As if........