sun passes over rocks
and leaves no trace,
descends from the hills
light sun
bright sun
with all the freedom
to leave the bridges
an’ buildings of man
way behind,
not bound by
any quarter
sittin’ high above us
it’s worth dancing to,
worth passing the
peace pipe in honour of,
nothing will affect it
no smoke from the fires
of our planet
it simply commands
too great a latitude,
and has lived too
many ages lying low
and prehistoric
to give a pig’s ear
about the rock ball
configurations
of our carbon sentience
- from Poems from the 90s
