trimming weeds today
I am the sun, playing with himself
You see, burning gas is to release the old sun
all that energy from those plants and animals so long ago now.

Breakfast for me was wheat and berries
more recent manifestations of our mother (earth)
provided for by sun

And those flowering mustard that I was mowing
as obvious, the immediate manifestation of life
held in earth, fed by sun

The sun has siblings
and we are the stuff of stars* expansively playing with ourselves through time.

*Carl Sagan, Cosmos.