Hither and Thither

around and around and around the Sun
not Jupiter, Earth, not anyone -
the barycentre is the place,
around it unseen is where we all race

on and on and on until death
embraces us with our very last breath
in the spaces through which we are flying
twisting and turning as we are dying

electrons in currents flow in between
hither and thither in what we dream
as egos form to then disappear
re-emerging, it's as if we're

puffy white clouds on warm summer days
each personality merely a haze
of who we thought we were before
we woke from our dreaming knowing much more -
 
not Jupiter, Earth, not anyone
is moving around only the Sun...
the barycentre is the place,
around it unseen is where we all race