SUN BLESSINGS
Do you think the sun
ever wonders?
Does he look down
from his throne
and see the arms
reaching for him?
Everywhere, they
reach
arms stretching
hands and fingers
taut
notice me!
Faces upturned to the
light
eyes closed to the
brilliance
or open and welcoming
blindness
saluting and
respecting
praising and
glorifying
yearning for a touch
that delicious warm
embrace
bestowed haphazardly
as if he didn’t
wonder
as if he didn’t look
down
as if he didn’t see
the arms reaching for him
but bestowed all the
same.
And that has to be
enough.
