The Sun-Fire Pool
author’s note:
Did I actually see that sun pool?
Well, no, not literally. But yeah, I did.
THE SUN-FIRE POOL
Years ago, I woke to see
a whirling circle of sun-fire
emerging from a fog cloud
hovering right above me—
concentric bands
of razzling orange-gold energy.
But with a peaceful pool
in the center—
its aqua-blue surface
deepening down into cobalt blue.
I felt that well draw me in
and shut my eyes in fright
but then in a fright, realized
I might’ve lost my chance
to know a greater mystery.
So I popped my lids back open.
But of course
the fog and fire and pool
had vanished.
I knew then
every morning I’d hope to find
that whirling sun-fire above me
when I opened my eyes.
And likely be disappointed
every morning.
Yes—years have passed
and I haven’t yet received
a second invitation.
But my feeling sense tells me:
the mystery still lurks
on the other side of the curtain.
So I remain tantalized.
No, I have not given up.
But I’m not merely waiting
I’m working—
every day when I rise
I repeat this message to myself:
I will earn the return
by becoming strong enough
to overcome the natural fear
of jumping into the fiery hoop—
the fear
of descending up through
the deep cobalt blue.
Listening to Silence: poetry book
dream steps blog
myth steps blog
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© 2024, Michael R. Patton
Did I actually see that sun pool?
Well, no, not literally. But yeah, I did.
THE SUN-FIRE POOL
Years ago, I woke to see
a whirling circle of sun-fire
emerging from a fog cloud
hovering right above me—
concentric bands
of razzling orange-gold energy.
But with a peaceful pool
in the center—
its aqua-blue surface
deepening down into cobalt blue.
I felt that well draw me in
and shut my eyes in fright
but then in a fright, realized
I might’ve lost my chance
to know a greater mystery.
So I popped my lids back open.
But of course
the fog and fire and pool
had vanished.
I knew then
every morning I’d hope to find
that whirling sun-fire above me
when I opened my eyes.
And likely be disappointed
every morning.
Yes—years have passed
and I haven’t yet received
a second invitation.
But my feeling sense tells me:
the mystery still lurks
on the other side of the curtain.
So I remain tantalized.
No, I have not given up.
But I’m not merely waiting
I’m working—
every day when I rise
I repeat this message to myself:
I will earn the return
by becoming strong enough
to overcome the natural fear
of jumping into the fiery hoop—
the fear
of descending up through
the deep cobalt blue.
Listening to Silence: poetry book
dream steps blog
myth steps blog
you tube channel
© 2024, Michael R. Patton
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