the sun

poem about the sun's trip through the day

THE SUN
Morning
the sun is a kickball
that is about to fly
when it's kicked by the gods
it will fly across the sky


Afternoon
the sun is in midair now
its journey half complete
it's beginning to descend
these child-gods love to compete




Night
the day is over
the game is won
until next morning
until six fifty-one