SunGodSun
SunGodSun Sky blue and blank, treetops in motion, all saying something like goodbye. Helios pulls the sun in a chariot that’s sun, or he is. I was that god when a child before I knew the god the sun were saying something like goodbye. We, we humans, were the ones who turned and turned away, wobbling like the drunken school bus driver of myth. We still don’t seem to know our job. Not this. Not that. But and, the yoking word that pulls the light and faces forward holding tension, still but moving, saying something like… something like. S. Robbins, September 6, 2020, from Readings
Sherry Robbins 