Near The Sun

Near The Sun

Don't interpret the light's
reach, on the longest
pain of summer.

There was no chaste tree
left for giving you shade
to sit and meditate.

You will not miss
a perfect sleep at dawn with
song birds sailing over your head.

A green snake has
dropped its skin bearing the trail
to copycat the detachment.

The backache returns
to dig out the hot moon
from the dark bushes.

I will sit and wait at the deck
for the cool fireflies to appear.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

The enlightened message of your poem was very touching. One the world should sing in dark days such as these to inspire hope again. Thank you for sharing your poem with us.

[Chris Shaw]

Some great imagery here. I felt as though I was in the heat of the desert with no shade to provide escape from the burning sun. The coolness of night would have been most welcome.

Chris