Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Looking Down



author's note:

Yes, this fool of a kid actually stared at the sun.


LOOKING DOWN

Once, as a boy
I stared straight on
at the exploding gold
of our Sun...

In that way, I learned
what the ancient Greeks understood:
Gods should never be witnessed
in their full unadorned glory.

So now I go
down to the creek hollow

where sunlight blazes across wet stones

and rustles over
the shade-dappled brown-sand bank.

Ten million small magnificent dazzles
on the ordinary water:
ten million suns of silver.

No wonder we can barely tolerate
this life...

no wonder we hate to leave.


© 2014, Michael R. Patton
COMMON COURAGE: poems of our story

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