Fusion fires prick the night,
White pins within the black expanse of sky,
Not to rip apart the sight
Bright eyes take in when elevated high –
Rather, building up the parts
That start new worlds, fresh with hopes and fears
Born when atoms’ bonding starts.
What seems destructive turns creation’s gears.
This poem considers the reactions that happen within stars - fusion reactions that build larger atoms, which are eventually expelled into space to form new planets, comets, and other things. Looking at the sun might bring thoughts of fire to the mind, which we might think of as destructive, but what actually happens is constructive, contributing to the ongoing creation of the universe.
