what is the sun-
is it just gas, really? movement?
does it guide us?
hold us in- even in times of tears?
ain’t it a moving too hot for us to sit on?
ain’t it light?
don’t it move us to dance, and see, and live and all those things?
we grow in sun. ourselves and every other being. green kale, ants and elephants, peaches, peacocks and watermelon all come up with the sun. they do. they live with us.
sun sounds strong. and loving. he sounds like she. the sun do know the moon. they close. so he good cause moon knows mother so she keep good company.
and the sun tickled us. he gave us warmth. strength, song, and Black skin. sun has seen us. played with and moved over us in much celebration. even in wars and ceremonies, sun been there. i wouldn’t be surprised if when we was to die, a doctor was to find a small sun in us both. And found out that- right there in your chest- was enough to fuel a life of doing.
now thats a thought ain’t it- that there’s a small sun in you?