Ode to the Urgent Sun
The sun is egging me on,
Urging me to GROW.
Unrelenting and full of resolve,
Piercing and blistering,
Hot and un-bothered,
Doing his thing,
Creating energy,
Melting things,
Blossoming things,
Hatching things —
In his Golden Light.
And when the sunlight hits just right, in that Golden Hour, I feel him entering my skin, diving deep into my flesh, through my organs, touching every neuron, electron and quark, and zooming through to the other side of me, the side that never has an end or an incubation because it is always there. Unending.
It is the real me that he touches.
In that place of Sunlight Fingerprints, I unfurl and grow. I begin and end in that place.
There is nothing like the sun and his light.
Egging me on to INFINITY.
Sun-kissed,
Amy
