Do you know which way

Do you know which way

The world turns

Is it always clockwise

As it may appear from

A lonely Satellite

Suspended out in space

Stationed

A few degrees

South of the equator

When from above the Arctic

Swinging low from Polaris

Looking down

From a fixed point

Over four hundred light years

From the North Pole

It rotates counter-clockwise

Unlike Venus

And stick it to Uranus

For bucking the general trend

Why do we flow from West

Unto East

What difference would

A change make

When every good boy

Deserves a favour

Running counter to the claim

We make our own luck

Which way would

The fortunate wheel turn

Should the world reverse

The direction of its spin

Might everything change

From left to right

And vice versa

Are we so predictable

So easily interchangeable

That the fallen will arise

The turbulence subside

Footprints overridden

As they are made

Nothing will ever be the same

Unless we move

Our fixed positions

Evolve, revolve

Turn a magic circle

Alter the perspective

And realise

The world looks very different

From a spacecraft

Smaller but grander

Vaguely unpredictable

Brighter in daylight

Brilliant at night

Impossible to imagine

Unbreakable and fragile

Everything and nothing

Roll it over

Turn it around

View it from the other side

It might make sense

To be amazed

By the smallest things

Sometimes they become

The things we take for granted