Spinning. Swirling, wheelin’ –
Under skies of all possibilities.
Travelling while standing still.
Stars slowly drifting
Sun and moon slowly passing
But it is us
Who are really spinning
Stuck to the surface
By the glue of gravity
We are standing here. We are still. Yet we are spinning madly through space in complex spirals at enormous speeds.
In the past the religious nutters placed us at the centre of the universe while the heavens span around us.
We know a lot better now.