The sun stares at us with malice
Striving for a safer ground under the trappings of its crimson light
We've just been birthed by the past into the present's tender hands
But the future keeps beckoning us, even before we could grow a tooth
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Time is pregnant this morning, but only with more of the grief that has stretched us to the breaking point. A light gatherer up in the palm tree of life is an intriguing image. I think we are all phototropic and perhaps we admire those who go searching for light directly. But the man in a tree foregoes the light-gathering accomplished by yams and humans together. The man in a tree has downward-facing buttocks. Thanks for the grace note of rueful humor.
Thank you very much Denis. I am really humbled by your thoughts on this piece.