Uncaged Sun
The mulish discipline of the uncaged sun freedoms.
A hazardous might of possible lugubrious fevers.
If dreamed, it sings like tinnitus and round a carousel
You go gaily, brightly you go round and about again
Until it turns nightmarish: on the back
Of every rocking horse, it’s you enacted
At varying stages of life. A peal of blithe laughter pierce
And zooms past trailing with echoes, a careworn horse
In tow―statuary grief which quickly exasperates eyed,
The now hoary and tired you ready to quit the ride.
Wake up! It’s a nightingale on a pulpit, deathless
And with a new hosanna, being sweet-reckless
And staggering with love. Sparrows flutter a chorus
On the wisdom of surrender. Herons scatter in a promise
To spread this gospel to the water creatures.
Hummingbirds tune the chord to reach the ethers
In tenderness and a budding spring.
Woodpeckers drumming on trees in sync
To reach the forest. Swans ballet in ripples
To fold love within the blues little by little.
