Monday, October 10, 2016

This way to today


The sun burst forth its light of day
from the desert floor and climbed white-knuckled over 
the frosty rooftops
                                                   beaming a widening smile,
exhaling puffs or clouds 
                      released in a distinct triangular way.

It dawned upon me, 
                                      low lit in golden rays, a sea of 
silver hairs and etched face lines, wisps of cirrus water 
                                       afloat, I am Just
                                       in Time.
Mercurial matters as these at sunrise
the ambience of obvious juncture
                                       enlightenment-the way-
the light leads the I -
Back to the horizon.
Yet again...
This must be the first
genesis
                                                                      Trinity taking the shape of day
like this one, our only Sun.

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