First Light

I picture our ascendants in the brush
their shaggy heads thrown back with gazes aimed
above, upon the heaven's freckled blush,
in awe of all the things they hadn't named
and how their nascent thoughts were so untamed,
it must have been a truly sacred rush
to see the fledgling universe that flamed
each night, the clan assembled in a hush.
The eons passed and somehow we began
to grasp the inkling of a grand design
by looking, in amazement, to the sky
and while we're still uncertain of the plan
we're waiting for a brilliant dawn to shine
because some ancient person wondered why.