Tag: sun

  • Solstice

    The soul rises from the south
    searching for the sea
    falls into the ice
    burning, too late to turn

    back, the days stay
    long, the soul no
    more may sleep
    in its own heat

    and stands still
    at this very moment
    9:14 am
    on a Tuesday overcast

    morning, the soul
    invisible behind
    its clouds
    this year

    the soul loiters
    in no hurry
    hesitates
    hot and heavy

    as if it just
    ran a marathon
    or swam in a surf session
    there on the beach

    under a prismatic
    eye-catching umbrella
    people from miles around
    gather in its shade.

  • Chary

    Sun blasted yeses across space and time
    and the moon goes down in a mist of no
    earth rolling moving warming ice caps
    melting and the seas rise first a foot toe
    a frozen continent calving crumbling
    a piece at a rhythmic mythic time slow
    so slow lights dim smoke cake rises
    and they learn to go easy the strung horns
    plucked and picked by the breeze afloat
    in cosmic currents first detected in the 60s
    of each receding century shoveled under
    fallen garages leaning walls broken
    foundations sinking into the ocean
    nowhere now to park the rigs the stallions
    of snow unleashed from barns of bane
    from frozen fears offered up to the sun.

  • On Urges

    When the urge to write slows to a trickle
    and the need to talk seems superfluous
    the funnel of listen fills with earwax
    summer’s vase stuck with dry flies
    and all the flowers fall drooped
    one awakes yet again and gets up
    aroused by the unsurpassable sun
    spilling coffee on the backs of its studs.

  • Searchlight Sun

    the sun has stopped it seems
    capsized bottoms up
    slithering south in the sky
    somewhere there must be
    a gargantuan sale on
    of cars or mattresses
    or a drive-in movie premier
    or midsummer festival
    the searchlight swiveling
    in spherical place
    all day and all night
    or maybe there’s just another
    fight on and the night ringsters
    awake outside some old
    development rising
    to nouveau sea lows
    and climbing salt heights
    a tsunami of fossil fuels.