National Poetry Month - Day 9

You are: me
driving towards the westward dipping sun,
squinting eyes and burnt retinas; the focus is askew.
I blink back shine-
the punishment for being heliocentric,
following stars; galactic paparazzo.

Blame gravity:
tidal pools and kissing shorelines.

Blame orbits:
invisible lifelines weaving through the constellations.

Circumstantial, evidence isn't science
conjectures are hypotheses without experimentation. Truth is tangible
a theorem tried and tested.

Paradigm Shift: You are blindness...